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

For too long aside, stripped of dignity, opportunity
Countless days in underestimation
But these anxious, darkening leaves
No word goes unheard and no deed is compensation
When the come to collect their wages

Now the men are swaying in the distance
The have-nots calling in the listless whispering for retribution
for some voice to call them, from the bottom where you left them
So friends from our battered homes
Forward to the onrush of stones, crushed bones and the gallows