Luyện nghe bài hát Worker's Song

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

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

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

And the sky darkens and the prospect is war
Who's given a gun and then pushed to the
And expected to die for the land of our
Though we've never owned one lousy handful of

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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 always expected to the can