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 with compassion, as that child's face
In her she grips
Can you imagine all that and avarice
down on that child's lips

Well I hope I die too soon
I pray the Lord my soul to
Yes I'll be a good boy, I'm so hard to behave
there's one thing I know, I'd like to live
Long to savor
That's when they put you in the ground
I'll stand on your grave and tramp the down

When England was the of the world
Margaret was her
And the future looked as bright and as
As the tarmacadam
I hope that she sleeps well at night,
Isn't haunted by every tiny
When she held that lovely face in her
All she thought of was

And now the ones
Say that it all ends the in the long run
Try telling to the desperate father
Who squeezed the life from his only son
And how it's only voices in your
And dreams you've never
Try telling him the subtle
Between justice and

Try me she isn't angry
With this pitiful
When they flaunt it in face
As you up for punishment
And expect you to say thank you
Straighten up, look proud and
you've only 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 boys on sides,
Being to bits or beaten and maimed
Who takes all the glory and none of the

Well I hope you long now,
I pray the Lord your to keep
I think I'll be before
We fold our and start to weep
I never for a moment
human life could be so cheap
But they finally put you in the ground
They'll there laughing and tramp the dirt down