Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Get Caught

They won't fucking listen, they won't fucking listen, they fucking listen,
They won't fucking listen, they fucking listen, they won't 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 and die in the shit they leave around.
can we do? What can we say?
We're not dead to show we're alive?
The government "shove it" and "don't get in the way".
But sliding down corpses on a world nose-dive.
People here cling to their 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 serious and to make fuss
That the politicians show real face.
It's the copper and the who were once one of us,
Now trained to do the dirty and know their place.
If won't listen either, what can we do?
people. Yes. But only people oppress.
If we can go round them, have to go through.
If it and there's no shelter we must work in the mess.

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

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

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

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

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

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

To stand up for the good of all and make demands for
Will us hard and sharp against the army and police.
Well, they're the poor too, just us, maybe it's too late.
The are in their bunker, the poor are at the gate.
Use our to avoid confrontation,
Our love to exploitation.
If the choose to stay,
They'll have to 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.