Luyện nghe bài hát Worker's Song

Yeh, this one's for the workers who toil and day
By hand and by brain to your pay
Who for centuries long past for no than your bread
Have 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 skills are not needed, streamlined the job
And with sliderule and our pride they have robbed

We're the first to starve, we're the first ones to die
The first ones in line for that
And we're always the last when the cream is out
For the worker is working 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 expected to die for the of our birth
Though we've never owned one handful of earth?

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