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 compassion, as that young child's face
In her hands she
Can you all that greed and avarice
Coming on that child's lips

I hope 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 like to
enough to savor
That's when they 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 she sleeps well at night,
Isn't haunted by every detail
When she held that lovely face in her
All she of was betrayal

And now the cynical
Say that it all ends the in the long run
Try telling that to the father
Who just squeezed the from his only son
And how it's only voices in your
And dreams you've never
Try him the subtle difference
justice and contempt

Try me she isn't angry
With this pitiful
they flaunt it in your face
As you up for punishment
And then you to say thank you
Straighten up, look and pleased
Because only got the symptoms,
You haven't got the whole

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

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