Luyện nghe bài hát When Rhetoric Dies

We the flags and statues to our mission
We've spoken out in and in campaigns
Talked and talked on 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 downstream down and out?
Where their fingers used to work to the all day
Profits rise and fall and starvation is a

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

Is the constant fear that their job remain
As the C.E.O. is planning his
To kill or be killed is the nature of the
Stand in line take a you sell your soul

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