Luyện nghe bài hát Worker's Song

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

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

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

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

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All of these things the worker has
From the fields to carrying the gun
We've been yoked to the since time first began
And always to carry the can