Luyện nghe bài hát Tramp The Dirt Down

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

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

When England was the of the world
Margaret was her
And the future as bright and as clear
As the black
Well I hope that she well at night,
Isn't by every tiny detail
When she held that lovely in her hands
All she thought of was

And now the ones
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 in your head
And you've never dreamt
Try him the subtle difference
Between justice and

Try telling me she isn't
this pitiful discontent
When 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 got the whole disease

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

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