Luyện nghe bài hát Tramp The Dirt Down

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

I hope I don't 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
enough to savor
That's when finally put you in the ground
I'll stand on grave and tramp the dirt down

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

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

Try telling me she isn't
With this pitiful
When they flaunt it in 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 disease

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

Well I you live long now,
I the Lord your soul to keep
I I'll be going before
We our arms and start to weep
I never thought for a
human life could be so cheap
But when they put you in the ground
They'll stand there laughing and tramp the dirt