Luyện nghe bài hát The Gambling Song

The forever spinning
The dice are and scatter
The words are all of
But numbers matter

We bet on our
We'll last round
The lucky go the
The losers go to

birth to death we gamble
The are daily cast
No or preamble
one will be your last

There is a great comfort in hatred
For envy's not enough, not
The joy of malice
Is made of stuff, sterner stuff
The of a father
The of a son
Is a to justify
The worst could be done

destroy us unless we call a halt
Should the bastard steal our
It will be our

The is won by cunning
A dance
Too complex in the
To it all to chance

But is all we're given
So chances we take
The gambler's is driven
Through hearts dare not break

But all one are broken
As fatal are scored
And one surviving
Holds sway the board

a moment when the game's balance
Tilts the other way, the way
the odds begin to favour
Outsiders in the play, in the
The of incumbents
The tricks they use
Mean that those who think call
The tune can only

Deal the cards, it won't matter how they
Because nothing is a gamble you want it all