Luyện nghe bài hát The Present Imperfect

Unto those who have enough you give free of charge
What becomes of those with nothing? You stand and let them starve
Well is your conscience safe in your 'Land of Plenty'?
We wait outside your walls, our pockets and our bellies

"Panis angelicus fit panis
Dat panis figuris terminum
O res mirabilis man ducat
Dat panis caelicus terminum"

A systemized autocracy of bureaucracy
Seems to our people by the throats
It's time to make your choices, up and use your voices
While you've still legal rights and

Let the wishes of the few outweigh the of many
In this where money talks we have little chance if any
the nation back to basics, Lionize Dickensian dreams
Hide a heart that's gray and cold an image squeaky clean

fighting to be free, driven by necessity
She is the mother of
God bless the men, slaves three score year and ten
Who never beg for divine

"Panis fit panis hominum
Dat panis figuris terminum
O res mirabilis man ducat
Dat caelicus figuris terminum"