Luyện nghe bài hát The Haves Have Naught

Just look at that shopkeeper peddling his
Shouting his sales pitch but nobody
Don't you wonder what him there day after day
Begging for gold as his hair turns to
Blindly they're a pace
Starving for mercy in a merciless
Only a fool would make martyrs from
And find them so when they're barely breathing, just barely breathing

Just look at that grinding his gears
no profit, but he doesn't care
He keeps smiles on faces day day
The children keep and suffering at bay
Blissfully a pace
for mercy in a merciless place
Only a makes fodder from saints
And finds them so worthless when full of grace, so full of grace
But what better use of and thieves
Than greasing the of perfect machines that hum into life?
A of industry
But what is the use of cutting them
to smother, then choke the soul of our
I know there is way
But is so wrong with giving them purpose?
(Just how could them out, degrading them without doubt?)
A man like could, bring worth to the worthless
(Bleeding them dry, they'll die like you and I?)
Without the guidance of and tyrants
(And none of your guidance, the of the tyrants)
These will just tear themselves apart.
Just look at that charlatan in deceit
A to the young, to the old, and the meek
Don't you what made him so vicious, so sick?
So far out of balance, so cruel and so So married to malice?