Luyện nghe bài hát The Haves Have Naught

Just at that shopkeeper peddling his wares
Shouting his sales pitch but cares
Don't you wonder what keeps him there day day
for gold as his hair turns to gray?
Blindly bounding a pace
Starving for in a merciless place
Only a fool make martyrs from heathens
And find them so lively when they're barely breathing, just breathing

Just at that toymaker grinding his gears
Turning no profit, but he doesn't
He smiles on faces 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 full of grace, so full of grace
But what better use of and thieves
greasing the wheels of perfect machines that hum into life?
A harmony of
But what is the use of them down
to smother, then choke the of our town?
I know there is way
But is so wrong with giving them purpose?
(Just how could leave out, degrading them without doubt?)
A man like could, bring worth to the worthless
(Bleeding them dry, they'll die like you and I?)
the guidance of rulers and tyrants
(And none of your guidance, the of the tyrants)
people will just tear themselves apart.
Just look at 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 So married to malice?