Luyện nghe bài hát Worker's Song

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

In the factories and mills, in the and mines
often been told to keep up with the times
For our skills are not needed, streamlined the job
And with sliderule and our pride they have robbed

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

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

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All of these the worker has done
From tilling the to carrying the gun
We've been yoked to the plough since time first
And always to carry the can