Luyện nghe bài hát Worker's Song

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

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

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

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

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All of these the worker has done
From tilling the to carrying the gun
We've been yoked to the plough since time first
And expected to carry the can