Luyện nghe bài hát Worker's Song

Yeh, this one's for the workers who toil and day
By hand and by brain to earn pay
Who for centuries long for no more than your bread
Have bled for your countries and counted dead

In the factories and mills, in the and mines
We've often been to keep up with the times
For our skills are not needed, they've the job
And with sliderule and stopwatch our pride have robbed

We're the first ones to starve, the first ones to die
The first in line for that pie-in-the-sky
And always the last when the cream is shared out
For the worker is working when the fat cat's

And when the sky and the prospect is war
given a gun and then pushed to the fore
And expected to die for the of our birth
Though we've never owned one lousy of earth?

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All of these the worker has done
tilling the fields to carrying the gun
We've been yoked to the plough since first began
And always expected to the can