Luyện nghe bài hát Tramp The Dirt Down

I saw a newspaper picture from the political
A woman was a child, who was obviously in pain
She spills compassion, as that young child's face
In her she grips
Can you imagine all that and avarice
Coming on that child's lips

Well I hope I don't die too
I the Lord my soul to save
Yes I'll be a good boy, I'm trying so hard to
Because there's one thing I know, I'd to live
Long to savor
That's when they put you in the ground
stand on your grave and tramp the dirt down

When was the whore of the world
Margaret was her
And the looked as bright and as clear
As the tarmacadam
Well I hope she sleeps well at night,
haunted by every tiny detail
When she held lovely face in her hands
All she thought of was

And now the cynical
Say that it all the same in the long run
Try that to the desperate father
Who just squeezed the life from his son
And how it's only voices in your
And dreams you've never
Try telling him the subtle
justice and contempt

Try telling me she isn't
With pitiful discontent
When they it in your face
As you up for punishment
And then you to say thank you
up, look proud and pleased
Because only got the symptoms,
You got the whole disease

like a schoolboy,
Whose head's like a
Filled up dreams then poured down the drain
Try telling that to the boys on sides,
Being to bits or beaten and maimed
Who takes all the and none of the shame

Well I hope you live now,
I the Lord your soul to keep
I think I'll be going
We fold our arms and start to
I thought for a moment
That human could be so cheap
But when finally put you in the ground
They'll stand there and tramp the dirt down