Luyện nghe bài hát Text Message to the So-Called Emperor

For too long cast aside, of dignity, opportunity
sleepless days in underestimation
But these anxious, darkening leaves
No word goes and no deed is without compensation
When the workers come to their wages

Now the men are swaying in the distance
The calling in the listless wind whispering for retribution
Waiting for some voice to call them, from the bottom where you left
So onward friends from our homes
Forward to the onrush of cast stones, bones and the gallows