Luyện nghe bài hát The Land, The Bread, And The People

Another armchair playing
our life a mess, what you know
poverty you learned in a book.
Think really qualified to
mouth off and theorize about the
you've even felt.
Time's to button up,
taste the fare on which they sup and tighten own belt.
Get in line us a while, see ya humbly watch
your child's health held in by the whim of the system.

Cosette and the privileged few
A fat dog down more than he can chew
A poor land's labours are a land's gain
Little lives again

The red has come and gone,
a temporarily peaceful finds us lost without a villain.
When the free market reigns supreme Lazarus cheer
and or will the new bosses' wage be the same?
What's it mean to buy and own when all is and God's alone,
does a feed half his children?
Our glory is indeed our shame if our breeds on others' pain.
This feast would be better if it so lonely.

Theologies of liberation formed by desperation,
the church but offers little else.
sun and sister moon hear a starving
child's thanking God for all His goodness.
Across the seas the bitter behind ivy walls and drawn
shutters they to keep their own.
Moths and around us gather,
a slow wrath a ladder.
Mercy in the measure it was given.

Father we all want bread,
both from heaven and fields so green.
I know your grace is first need,
but I can no longer the pain I've seen.
I am my brother's keeper and that always be.
I'll not turn my be he stranger of blood
and a life of greed.
I am my sister's keeper and that I've been.
Every day left her out in the streets