Luyện nghe bài hát Tales Of The Riverbank

Fourteen hours of working
In early Mersey mists
Too to taste
The cornflakes on tongue

As morning the docks
You dream of all the ships there must been
A river full of everything it's not
And if your not meant to feel like this
Maybe time for someone to resist

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

it comes down to you
The to protect the few
Unless you the line your jobs are gone

If it takes a days, we'll never stop
Tell it a thousand ways, you'll still be

Not a word in the morning
Feels we've been out for ages
unions and players won't save us
But nothing on earth can break us

The strength to load a thousand
But willing hands can to fists
On picket emotions feelings overflow

A job for decent pay
To fight if that's the way
The union says well you're on your own

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

Not a in the morning papers
Feels like we've out for ages
The unions and prayers save us
There's nothing on earth can us