Luyện nghe bài hát The Haves Have Naught

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

Just at that toymaker grinding his gears
Turning no profit, but he doesn't
He keeps smiles on day after day
The children keep sadness and at bay
Blissfully bounding a
Searching for mercy in a merciless
a monster makes fodder from saints
And them so worthless when they're full of grace, so full of grace
But what better use of hookers and
Than greasing the wheels of perfect machines that hum life?
A harmony of
But is the use of cutting them down
to smother, then the soul of our town?
I there is another way
But what is so wrong giving them purpose?
(Just how could leave out, degrading them without doubt?)
A man like yourself could, worth to the worthless
(Bleeding dry, maybe 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.
look at that charlatan steeped in deceit
A threat to the young, to the old, and the
Don't you what made him so vicious, so sick?
So far out of balance, so cruel and so callous? So married to