Luyện nghe bài hát Tales Of The Riverbank

Fourteen hours of shifts
In morning Mersey mists
Too to taste
The cornflakes on tongue

As morning hits the
You of all the ships there must have been
A river of everything that it's not
And if your life's not meant to feel this
Maybe it's time for to resist

The riverbank could tell you
Of working lives, with sails
Jobs were passed fathers to their sons

Sometimes it comes to you
The many to the few
Unless you cross the line jobs are gone

If it takes a thousand days, we'll stop
Tell it a thousand ways, still be wrong

Not a word in the paper
Feels like been out for ages
Maybe unions and players save us
But there's nothing on earth can us

The strength to a thousand ships
But willing can turn to fists
On picket emotions feelings overflow

A job for decent pay
To fight if the only way
The union says well tough you're on own

If it takes a thousand days never stop
Tell it a thousand ways you'll be wrong

Not a word in the papers
Feels like we've out for ages
The unions and won't save us
nothing on earth can break us