Luyện nghe bài hát The Priests Of The Golden Bull

Who brought the wrapped up in business cards
And with steak?
Who a maid to wash his money?
Who politicians on the take?
Who puts outspoken third-worlders in
to shut them down?
Oh the lies vary place to place but the truth is still the same,
Even in town

Money all over the world
us on their way to the bank
They run in race

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

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

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

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

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