Luyện nghe bài hát Orphans of wealth

There is no time to discuss or
What is right, what is for our people
has run out for all those who wait
With bent limbs and minds are feeble

And the rain falls and blows through their
And the snow falls and blows through their
And the revolve mid their sounds of starvation
the tides rise, they cover the floor

They from the north and they come from the south
And they from the hills and the valleys
And they're migrants and farmers and and humans
Our census neglected to

And the rain falls and blows through their
And the rain and it blows through their door
And the revolve mid their sounds of starvation
When the tides rise, they cover the

And they're African, Mexican, Caucasian,
Hungry and hopeless
The orphans of wealth and of adequate
Disowned by this nation they in

And with weather worn hands on bread lines they
Yet but one more
And they're like tramps while we sell them food stamps
thriving and prosperous nation

And the rain falls and blows through their
And the falls and blows through their door
And the seasons mid their sounds of starvation
the tides rise, they cover the floor

And with roaches and and rats in the thickets
Infested, diseased and
With rags and no and skin sores that ooze
By the poisonous pools, they are

In shacks of two rooms that are rotting tombs
With corpses inside them
And we pity their as they call in the night
And we do all we can do to hide them

And the rain falls and blows through window
And the snow falls in white drifts fold
And the tides with floods in the nursery
And a child is crying, he's hungry and

His life has been sold, his face looks old
It's the of America, dying