Luyện nghe bài hát The World Isn't Fair

When Marx was a boy
he a hard look around
He saw people starving all over the place
while others painting the town
The spirited boy
became a public man
So he worked very and he read everything
he came up with a plan

There'll be no
of the or his kin
No 'cause of the color of your

No more property
It would not be
No one could rise too
No one could too low
or go under like some we all know

If Marx were living
be rolling around in his grave
And if I had him in my mansion on the hill
I'd tell him a story t'would his old heart
a

It's that happened to me
I'd say, Karl I recently
into a new
two little children in school
where all little should be
I went to the
All the young mommies there
Karl, you never seen such a glorious sight
as these beautiful arrayed for the night
just countesses, empresses, movie stars and

And they'd there with men much like me
men, unpleasant to see
Were you to kiss one,
Nary a prince would be