Luyện nghe bài hát The Gambling Song

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

We bet on our
We'll last round
The go the distance
The go to ground

birth to death we gamble
The are daily cast
No or preamble
Which one will be 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 failure of a
The of a son
Is a to justify
The worst that be done

He'll destroy us we call a halt
Should the bastard steal our
It be our fault

The race is won by
A terrifying
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 that dare not break

But all one are broken
As points are scored
And one surviving
Holds sway across the

a moment when the game's balance
Tilts the other way, the way
When the odds to favour
in the play, in the play
The failure of
The sleazy tricks use
Mean that who think they call
The can only lose

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