Luyện nghe bài hát Thirty Thousand Men

Thirty men on the Bowery
thousand men on the street
Can't but roam when you ain't got no home
Beggin' for something to eat
Beggin' for something to eat

Thirty thousand men on the
Thirty thousand men in the
Nowhere to go when the wind to blow
Lookin' 'round for some to lay down
Lookin' for some place to lay down

Thirty men tired and dirty
thousand men to be fed
Bussed out to for a chance to get clean
And a shot at some in a bed
And a shot at some in a bed

Thirty men in the arm'ries
Thirty thousand men down the
all shout "we don't want 'em about"
"Bus 'em in the morning and stop"
"Bus 'em in the morning and stop"

Thirty thousand men of
Thirty men 'neath a cloud
Jobs getting scarce and they're cutting
And we might find in the crowd
And we might ourselves in the crowd

Thirty thousand men in the
Thirty thousand men killin'
Helpless and cold, are young, some are old
Shabby clothes and bottles of wine
Shabby clothes and some of wine