Luyện nghe bài hát Worker's Song

Yeh, this for the workers who toil night and day
By and by brain to earn your pay
Who for centuries long past for no more than your
bled for your countries and counted your dead

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

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

And when the sky and the prospect is war
Who's given a gun and then pushed to the
And to die for the land of our birth
Though never owned one lousy handful 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 time first
And expected to carry the can