Luyện nghe bài hát Tramp The Dirt Down

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

Well I hope I die too soon
I pray the Lord my soul to
Yes be a good boy, I'm trying so hard to behave
Because there's one thing I know, I'd like to
enough to savor
That's they finally put you in the ground
I'll stand on your grave and the dirt down

England was the whore of the world
Margaret was her
And the looked as bright and as clear
As the black
Well I hope that she well at night,
Isn't by every tiny detail
When she held that lovely face in her
All she thought of was

And now the ones
Say that it all the same in the long run
Try telling that to the desperate
Who squeezed the life from his only son
And how it's only voices in your
And dreams you've never
Try him the subtle difference
Between justice and

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

Just a schoolboy,
Whose like a tin-can
Filled up with then poured down the drain
Try telling that to the on both sides,
Being blown to bits or beaten and
Who takes all the glory and none of the

Well I you live long now,
I pray the Lord your to keep
I think I'll be going
We fold our and start to weep
I never thought for a
That human life could be so
But when they finally put you in the
They'll stand laughing and tramp the dirt down