Luyện nghe bài hát Tramp The Dirt Down

I saw a newspaper picture from the campaign
A woman was a child, who was obviously in pain
She spills with compassion, as that child's face
In her she grips
Can you all that greed and avarice
Coming down on child's lips

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

When England was the whore of the
Margaret was her
And the future looked as and as clear
As the tarmacadam
Well I hope that she sleeps at night,
Isn't haunted by every detail
she held that lovely face in her hands
All she thought of was

And now the cynical
Say that it all ends the same in the run
Try telling that to the father
Who just squeezed the life his only son
And how it's only voices in head
And dreams never dreamt
Try telling him the difference
Between justice and

Try telling me she angry
With this discontent
When they flaunt it in your
As you line up for
And then expect you to say you
Straighten up, look and pleased
Because only got the symptoms,
You haven't got the whole

like a schoolboy,
Whose like a tin-can
Filled up with dreams then down the drain
Try telling that to the boys on sides,
Being blown to bits or and maimed
Who all the glory and none of the shame

Well I you live long now,
I pray the your soul to keep
I think I'll be going
We our arms and start to weep
I thought for a moment
That life could be so cheap
But when finally put you in the ground
They'll stand there laughing and the dirt down