Luyện nghe bài hát Younger Moralists

Here in the comfort of a chair
Or smugly from the tap room at the
I can mathematically
when and when not to take up arms
When to fight and to surrender
(Chorus)
This way or that way or way or that way
Bang on the dustbin here come the Brits
An of vampires we're sitting in our armchairs
Nothing has changed we're just moralists
enough to turn the other cheek
When you don't get slapped
When cupboards and bellies are fit to burst
Let the enemy do his
(Repeat chorus)
in written word, in song, in coversation
Courtrooms sit in of the reading of the rules
The exiled poet fleeing Germany, would say,
'Oh these divine commandments are not much use murder'