Luyện nghe bài hát Tramp The Dirt Down

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

Well I hope I die too soon
I pray the Lord my 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 finally put you in the
stand on your grave and tramp the dirt down

When England was the of the world
Margaret was her
And the looked as bright and as clear
As the tarmacadam
Well I hope that she well at night,
Isn't haunted by tiny detail
When she held that face in her hands
All she of was betrayal

And now the cynical
Say that it all the same in the long 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 him the subtle difference
Between justice and

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

Just a schoolboy,
Whose like a tin-can
up with dreams then poured down the drain
Try telling that to the on both 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 I'll be going before
We fold our and start to weep
I never for a moment
That human life be so cheap
But when they finally put you in the
They'll stand laughing and tramp the dirt down