Luyện nghe bài hát The Door-to-Door Inspector

The door-to-door inspector, his bare and white,
is rapping on window
'cause he knows you're hiding tonight
He's travelled from the to your country slum
rain and black clouds
and the burnt-out sun

drop you where you stand
Lift the roof with his bare
and you down his just demands
as you huddle in your tiny

The inspector now sits to eat his lunch
He scowls at last week's
in the cafe, hushed
You made your choice whan mocking the of true grown men
Now may your protect you
as you face this grevious you've earned

He'll drop you you stand
then journey home to those hands
and to his bed trembling go
Passion not spent, a man
(with his hand)