Luyện nghe bài hát Younger Moralists

Here in the comfort of a favorite
Or smugly the tap room at the Whitehorse
I can prove
Just and when not to take up arms
to fight and when 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 younger
Easy enough to turn the cheek
When you don't get around
When cupboards and bellies are fit to burst
Let the enemy do his
(Repeat chorus)
Here in written word, in song, in
sit in anticipation of the reading of the rules
The exiled poet fleeing Nazi Germany, say,
'Oh these divine commandments are not much use murder'