Luyện nghe bài hát The Present Imperfect

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

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

A autocracy of authorized bureaucracy
Seems to have our people by the
time to make your choices, stand up and use your voices
While you've legal rights and votes

Let the of the few outweigh the needs of many
In this land where money talks we little chance if any
Bring the nation back to basics, Lionize Dickensian
Hide a heart gray and cold behind an image squeaky clean

fighting to be free, driven by necessity
She is the mother of
God bless the working men, three score year and ten
Who beg for divine intervention

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