Luyện nghe bài hát Tales Of The Riverbank

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

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

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

it comes down to you
The many to the few
Unless you cross the line your are gone

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

Not a in the morning paper
like we've been out for ages
Maybe unions and won't save us
But nothing on earth can break 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 that's the way
The union says well tough on your own

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

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