Luyện nghe bài hát Sleep of the Just

Lift up your head, up your head
Your room in decade of eathquake and bile
you like a stewardess's mortuary smile

You'll miss all the fun, you'll all the fun
A rich man turned pauper, his marked [a sham]
I can't get back to see it, you lift up your head

Me and mine are fools, me and are fools
say our elders who despise us, though no longer young
They're tired of our sneering, and blocked out their main street's sun

They're sleeping as we rise, one punch is drunk with
resides in [brutal face], from petrol smoke and [steak]
The few bohemians, their too-white shopping wrists
confide in some crimson
and pray to cute in their squalor-dyed hair
Old age

out of here, is sun bright and clear
and we the fortune, in our cumulous
There's nothing else on earth I will be part of
Why waste a lifetime on soil which won't fruit?
and why argue with gangsters who smile and act mute?
If he pulls that trigger, as he he must,
then to them, goes the word [and then]
The sleep of the just, the of the just, the sleep of the just

But that's never
But that's never, never