Luyện nghe bài hát The Haves Have Naught

Just look at that shopkeeper 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?
Blindly they're a pace
Starving for mercy in a place
Only a fool would make martyrs heathens
And find them so lively when they're barely breathing, just breathing

Just look at toymaker grinding his gears
Turning no profit, but he doesn't
He keeps smiles on faces day day
The children keep and suffering at bay
bounding a pace
Searching for in a merciless place
Only a monster makes from saints
And finds them so when they're full of grace, so full of grace
But what better use of and thieves
Than greasing the wheels of perfect machines that hum life?
A of industry
But is the use of cutting them down
to smother, choke the soul of our town?
I there 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 none of guidance, the hands of the tyrants)
These people will just themselves apart.
look at that charlatan steeped in deceit
A to the young, to the old, and the meek
you wonder what made him so vicious, so sick?
So far out of balance, so cruel and so So married to malice?