Luyện nghe bài hát The Haves Have Naught

Just look at shopkeeper peddling his wares
Shouting his sales but nobody cares
Don't you what keeps him there day after day
Begging for gold as his turns to gray?
they're bounding a pace
Starving for mercy in a place
Only a fool would make from heathens
And them so lively when they're barely breathing, just barely breathing

Just look at that grinding his gears
Turning no profit, but he care
He keeps on faces day after day
The children keep and suffering at bay
Blissfully bounding a
Searching for mercy in a merciless
Only a makes fodder from saints
And finds them so when they're full of grace, so full of grace
But what use of hookers and thieves
Than greasing the of perfect machines that hum into life?
A of industry
But is the use of cutting them down
to smother, then choke the of our town?
I know is another way
But what is so wrong with giving purpose?
(Just how could leave out, degrading them without doubt?)
A man like yourself could, bring to the worthless
(Bleeding them dry, they'll die like you and I?)
Without the of rulers and tyrants
(And of your guidance, the hands of the tyrants)
These people will tear themselves apart.
Just look at that steeped in deceit
A threat to the young, to the old, and the
Don't you wonder what made him so vicious, so
So far out of balance, so cruel and so So married to malice?