Luyện nghe bài hát Clerkenwell Polka

I request that the of our minds
Be impressed to repent of crimes
For the is there all for to see
What can be said in of man's tyranny?

To declare too content of the
That to conform to the is what you do
If you wracked in anger and in shame
The only road you'll find is that hard road, my

I to defer to the sound
Of discontent when it's meant by the
If in is how you see it end
The road you'll walk is that hard road, my friend

And the papers they were printing did sell
In there were presses turning
And the emigrates they boarded ships and
They could not fail to bring passions

Why that the lie that is sent
Makes you live work and die for some
If you're happy then to leave it up to
The road you'll know is that hard road, my friend

We resent the of the few
Who do conspire to acquire our due
If you know your rights and defend
The only you'll go is that hard road, my friend

If you fall and you crawl towards
And the sum it is more than was lent
If you can't keep your eyes on the
The only road you'll walk is bloody road, my friend