Luyện nghe bài hát When Rhetoric Dies

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

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

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

Is the constant that their job won't remain
As the C.E.O. is planning his
To kill or be killed is the of the beast
Stand in line a number you sell your soul

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