Luyện nghe bài hát The Haves Have Naught

Just look at that peddling his wares
his sales pitch but nobody cares
Don't you wonder keeps him there day after day
Begging for gold as his hair to gray?
they're bounding a pace
Starving for mercy in a merciless
Only a fool would martyrs from heathens
And find them so lively when they're barely breathing, just barely

Just look at toymaker grinding his gears
Turning no profit, but he doesn't
He keeps smiles on day after day
The keep sadness and suffering at bay
Blissfully a pace
Searching for in a merciless place
Only a makes fodder from saints
And finds them so worthless when they're full of grace, so of grace
But what better use of and thieves
Than greasing the wheels of perfect machines that hum life?
A harmony of
But what is the use of them down
to smother, choke the soul of our town?
I there is another way
But what is so wrong giving them purpose?
(Just how could leave them out, them without doubt?)
A man like yourself could, worth to the worthless
(Bleeding them dry, maybe die like you and I?)
Without the guidance of rulers and
(And of your guidance, the hands of the tyrants)
These people just tear themselves apart.
Just look at charlatan steeped in deceit
A to the young, to the old, and the meek
Don't you wonder what him so vicious, so sick?
So far out of balance, so cruel and so callous? So married to