Luyện nghe bài hát The Haves Have Naught

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

Just look at that toymaker his gears
no profit, but he doesn't care
He keeps smiles on day after day
The children keep and suffering at bay
bounding a pace
Searching for mercy in a place
Only a monster fodder from saints
And finds them so worthless when they're of grace, so full of grace
But what use of hookers and thieves
Than greasing the wheels of perfect machines hum into life?
A harmony of
But what is the use of cutting 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 yourself could, bring worth to the worthless
(Bleeding them dry, they'll die like you and I?)
Without the guidance of rulers and
(And of your guidance, the hands of the tyrants)
These will just tear themselves apart.
Just look at that charlatan steeped in
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 callous? So to malice?