Luyện nghe bài hát When Rhetoric Dies

We raise the flags and statues to our
spoken out in slogans and in campaigns
Talked and on almost every issue
Where oppression of the is the constant theme

But what does this mean to a little town in
Where the jobs have gone down south and out?
their fingers used to work to the bone all day
Profits rise and fall and is a game

is the food that used to cover their table?
Where is the sense of pride at the end of the day to the
Of a thriving corporation, what could a dying family say
On the face of every worker

Is the constant fear their job won't remain
As the C.E.O. is his vacation
To kill or be is the nature of the beast
Stand in line take a number you sell soul

Then watch it crumble into a pile of that used to be
job, your life, your family's daily bread dry
And stale malnourished
The house is sold for a bid
Do we continue to or do we take a hammer to their chains