Luyện nghe bài hát The Bottom Line

Coming out of the womb the world like a tomb
Wee indebted
the cradle to the grave, wee always slaves
Always tugging at
See the and the poverty
And how they it
While wee breakin?our backs tryin?to pay
Loans to dictators
And I don why we sacrifice our children
But it follows from premises
Theye just dollars and cents, just resources to expend
Somewhere there a bottom line more than yours
The vultures have built a culture
That pits us our brothers
And wel always as long as greed
Can hide under freedom
Their debt relief a source of constant
To those who bear it
While the money flows more than back and forth
From the coffers of trade servants
Little girl in a cemetary
All around her is and buried
into a world devoid of hope
Little born in a cemetary
Knowing nothing of the shel carry
accounting owes her more than this