Luyện nghe bài hát Worker's Song

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

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

We're the first ones to starve, we're the 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 when the fat cat's about

And when the sky and the prospect is war
given a gun and then 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 things the has done
From the fields to carrying the gun
been yoked to the plough since time first began
And always to carry the can