Luyện nghe bài hát The Priests Of The Golden Bull

Who brought the bomb up in business cards
And with steak?
Who a maid to wash his money?
Who keeps on the take?
Who outspoken third-worlders in jail
Just to them down?
Oh the lies vary place to place but the truth is still the same,
Even in this

Money junkies all over the
us on their way to the bank
They run in every

Third-worlders see it
The dynamite, the dozers, the cancer and the acid
The corporate come into our backyards
And turn the world to change
are the nuclear frontline;
Uranium poisoning
We're starving in a of gluttons
We're in their gravy spills

tongues are silver forks
There's a of wisdom,
You can hear it on their

It's confronting these priests of the golden bull
They preach from the pulpit of the line
Their minds rustle with million bills
You say Silver burns a in your pocket
And Gold burns a in your soul
Well, uranium burns a in forever
It just out of control

There was a crooked man who walked a mile
He raised a crooked sixpence to a crooked style
He won a crooked vote and a crooked smile

Their are silver forks
There's a of wisdom,
You can hear it on their