Luyện nghe bài hát The Bottom Line

Coming out of the womb the world feels a tomb
Wee heavily
the cradle to the grave, wee always slaves
Always tugging at
See the and the poverty
And how they it
wee breakin?our backs tryin?to pay back
Loans to dictators
And I don know why we our children
But it follows your premises
Theye just and cents, theye just resources to expend
Somewhere there a bottom more important than yours
The financial have built a culture
pits us against our brothers
And wel always as long as greed
Can hide freedom cover
Their debt relief a source of constant
To who bear it burden
the money flows North more than back and forth
From the coffers of trade servants
Little girl born in a
All around her is dead and
Born into a world devoid of
Little girl in a cemetary
Knowing nothing of the burden shel
Your owes her more than this