Luyện nghe bài hát The Priests Of The Golden Bull

Who brought the bomb up in business cards
And with steak?
Who hires a maid to wash his
Who politicians on the take?
Who puts third-worlders in jail
to shut them down?
Oh the lies vary from place to place but the is still the same,
in this town

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

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

Their tongues are forks
There's a of wisdom,
You can it on their breath

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

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

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