Luyện nghe bài hát Tramp The Dirt Down

I saw a newspaper picture the political campaign
A woman was kissing a child, who was in pain
She spills with compassion, as that young child's
In her hands she
Can you imagine all that greed and
Coming down on that child's

I hope I don't die too soon
I pray the Lord my to save
Yes be a good boy, I'm trying so hard to behave
Because there's one thing I know, I'd to live
Long enough to
That's they finally put you in the ground
I'll on your grave and tramp the dirt down

When England was the of the world
was her madam
And the future looked as and as clear
As the black
Well I hope that she well at night,
Isn't haunted by every tiny
When she held that lovely face in her
All she of was betrayal

And now the cynical
Say that it all the same in the long run
Try telling to the desperate father
Who just squeezed the from his only son
And how it's voices in your head
And dreams you've dreamt
Try him the subtle difference
Between and contempt

Try telling me she angry
this pitiful discontent
When they it in your face
As you line up for
And then you to say thank you
Straighten up, look and pleased
Because you've got the symptoms,
You haven't got the disease

Just a schoolboy,
Whose head's a tin-can
Filled up with dreams then down the drain
Try that to the boys on both sides,
blown to bits or beaten and maimed
Who takes all the glory and of the shame

Well I you live long now,
I pray the Lord your soul to
I I'll be going before
We fold our and start to weep
I thought for a moment
That human could be so cheap
But when they finally put you in the
They'll stand laughing and tramp the dirt down