Luyện nghe bài hát Song to the Men of England

Men of England, plough
For the who lay you low?
Wherefore weave with toil and
The robes your tyrants wear?

Wherefore feed and and save
the cradle to the grave
Those drones who
Drain your - nay, drink your blood

ye Leisure, comfort, calm
Shelter, food, love's balm?
Or what is ye buy so
With your pain and with fear

The seed ye sow reaps
The wealth ye find, keeps
THe robes ye weave, another
The arms ye forge, bears

Sow - but let no tyrant reap
Find wealth - let no impostor
robes - let not the idle wear
Forge arms - in your to bear

With and spade and hoe and loom
Trace your grave and your tomb
And weave your winding sheet till
England be sepulchre