Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Get Caught

They won't fucking listen, they won't fucking listen, won't fucking listen,
They won't fucking listen, they won't fucking listen, they fucking listen,
They fucking listen, they won't fucking listen, they won't fucking listen,
They won't fucking listen, they won't listen, they won't fucking listen.

We know our know our enemy hiding underground,
They want us to live and die in the shit they around.
What can we do? What can we
not dead yet; to show we're alive?
The government "shove it" and "don't get in the way".
But we're sliding down on a world nose-dive.
People here cling tightly to fear and their fun,
The are abroad, so our streets are clean.
Even those who know, hide in and Sun.
will it take to stop the machine?

It's only when we're and start to make fuss
That the politicians show their face.
It's the copper and the squaddy who once one of us,
Now trained to do the dirty work and their place.
If they won't either, what can we do?
people. Yes. But only people oppress.
If we can go round them, have to go through.
If it rains and there's no shelter we work in the mess.

say they're only trying to uphold the law
And if they were off duty we talk some more
O.K., they're but when they're in a mob,
They're under orders, a dirty job.
The plods are taught to go for your
Or bust nose running their gauntlet.
P.C. on the spot,
Take the law their own hands and fuck us a lot.

If we choose to leave the paths that been taught,
Don't expect help, do get caught.

try so very hard to seem reasonable and straight
And asked you twice to co-operate.
"You have every right to like anyone these days,
But keep to the footpath and out the way, see?"
???

If we to leave the paths that we've been taught,
Don't help, do don't get caught.

??? They'll think easy on the news at ten ???
The are at it again,
Annoying the and the passive 'grass roots'
We're living in a country where the shoots.
with courage dumped and stranded
Don'ts and won'ts on empty-handed.
If you fuck up the state, be a star,
struck if they don't know who you are.

If we choose to leave the paths that we've taught,
expect help, do don't get caught.

To stand up for the of all and make demands for peace
Will bring us and sharp against the army and police.
Well, they're the poor too, just like us, maybe too late.
The are in their bunker, the poor are at the gate.
Use our head to confrontation,
Our love to exploitation.
If the uniforms to stay,
They'll to learn to get out of the fucking way.

If we choose to leave the paths that we've taught,
We to be the seeker, we become the sought.