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 young child's 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 to save
Yes I'll be a good boy, I'm trying so to behave
Because one thing I know, I'd like to live
enough to savor
That's when they finally put you in the
I'll stand on your grave and the dirt down

England was the whore of the world
Margaret was her
And the future looked as bright and as
As the black
Well I hope that she well at night,
haunted by every tiny detail
When she held that lovely face in her
All she of was betrayal

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

Try telling me she isn't
With this discontent
When they flaunt it in your
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

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

Well I hope you long now,
I pray the Lord soul to keep
I think I'll be going
We fold our arms and to weep
I thought for a moment
That human could be so cheap
But when they put you in the ground
stand there laughing and tramp the dirt down