Luyện nghe bài hát Tramp The Dirt Down

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

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

When England was the whore of the
Margaret was her
And the future looked as bright and as
As the tarmacadam
Well I that she sleeps well at night,
Isn't haunted by every tiny
When she that lovely face in her hands
All she of was betrayal

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

Try telling me she isn't
With this pitiful
When they it in your face
As you line up for
And then expect you to say you
up, look proud and pleased
Because only got the symptoms,
You got the whole disease

like a schoolboy,
Whose like a tin-can
up with dreams then poured down the drain
Try that to the boys on both sides,
Being to bits or beaten and maimed
Who takes all the and none of the shame

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