Luyện nghe bài hát Worker's Song

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

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

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

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

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All of these things the worker has
From the fields to carrying the gun
We've yoked to the plough since time first began
And always to carry the can