Luyện nghe bài hát The Haves Have Naught

Just look at shopkeeper peddling his wares
Shouting his sales pitch but nobody
you wonder what keeps him there day after day
Begging for gold as his hair turns to
Blindly bounding a pace
Starving for mercy in a merciless
a fool would make martyrs from heathens
And find them so lively when they're barely breathing, just barely

Just at that toymaker grinding his gears
no profit, but he doesn't care
He keeps smiles on day after day
The children keep and suffering at bay
Blissfully a pace
for mercy in a merciless place
Only a monster makes fodder from
And finds them so worthless they're full of grace, so full of grace
But what use of hookers and thieves
greasing the wheels of perfect machines that hum into life?
A harmony of
But what is the use of them down
to smother, choke the soul of our town?
I there is another way
But what is so wrong with them purpose?
(Just how leave them out, degrading them without doubt?)
A man yourself could, bring worth to the worthless
(Bleeding them dry, they'll die like you and I?)
the guidance of rulers and tyrants
(And none of guidance, the hands of the tyrants)
These people just tear themselves apart.
Just look at that charlatan in deceit
A threat to the young, to the old, and the
you wonder what made him so vicious, so sick?
So far out of balance, so cruel and so callous? So married to