Luyện nghe bài hát Song Of The Times

You men of England, one moment now attend
While I unfold the treatment of the upon this land
For nowadays the factory lords brought the labor low
And daily are plans to prove our overthrow

So arouse you sons of freedom, the world seems upside
scorn the poor man as a thief in country and in town

There's different parts in Ireland, true what I do state
hundreds that are starving for they can't get food to eat
And if they go unto the to ask them for relief
They bang their door all in their face as if they were a

So you sons of freedom the world seems upside down
They the poor man as a thief in country and in town

Alas how altered are the times, rich men the poor
And pay them off remorse quite scornful at their door
And if a man is out of work, his Parish pay is
Enough to starve himself and wife, his and all

So you sons of freedom the world seems upside down
They scorn the poor man as a in country and in town

So to conclude and these few verses I have made
I hope to see before it's long men for their paid
Then we'll rejoice with heart and voice and all our woes
Before we do old England pay us what she owes

So arouse you of freedom the world seems upside down
scorn the poor man as a thief in country and in town