Luyện nghe bài hát Worker's Song

Yeh, this one's for the workers who toil and day
By hand and by brain to earn pay
Who for centuries long past for no than your bread
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 have robbed

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

And when the sky darkens and the is war
Who's given a gun and pushed to the fore
And to die for the land of our birth
Though we've never 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 since time first began
And always expected to the can