Luyện nghe bài hát Tramp The Dirt Down

I saw a newspaper picture from the campaign
A woman was a child, who was obviously in pain
She spills with compassion, as that young child's
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 soul to
Yes be a good boy, I'm trying so hard to behave
Because there's one I know, I'd like to live
Long enough to
That's they finally put you in the ground
I'll stand on grave and tramp the dirt down

When England was the of the world
was her madam
And the future looked as bright and as
As the black
I hope that she sleeps well at night,
Isn't haunted by every detail
When she that lovely face in her hands
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 squeezed the life from his only son
And how it's only in your head
And you've never dreamt
Try him the subtle difference
Between and contempt

Try telling me she angry
With this discontent
When flaunt 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

Just a schoolboy,
Whose head's like a
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 none of the

Well I you live long now,
I pray the Lord your soul to
I think be going before
We our arms and start to weep
I never thought for a
That human life be so cheap
But when finally put you in the ground
stand there laughing and tramp the dirt down