Luyện nghe bài hát When Rhetoric Dies

We raise the and statues to our mission
We've spoken out in and in campaigns
Talked and talked on almost every
oppression of the masses is the constant theme

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

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

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

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