Luyện nghe bài hát The Priests Of The Golden Bull

Who brought the wrapped up in business cards
And stained steak?
Who hires a maid to his money?
Who politicians on the take?
Who puts third-worlders in jail
Just to shut them
Oh the lies vary place to place but the truth is still the same,
Even in this

Money junkies all over the
Trample us on way to the bank
run in every race

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

Their tongues are silver
a lack of wisdom,
You can hear it on breath

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

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

Their are silver forks
a lack of wisdom,
You can it on their breath