Luyện nghe bài hát Tramp The Dirt Down

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

Well I hope I die too soon
I pray the my soul to save
Yes I'll be a good boy, I'm trying so to behave
there's one thing I know, I'd like to live
Long to savor
That's when they finally put you in the
I'll stand on your grave and the dirt down

England was the whore of the world
Margaret was her
And the looked as bright and as clear
As the tarmacadam
Well I hope that she sleeps at night,
Isn't by every tiny detail
When she that lovely face in her hands
All she of was betrayal

And now the cynical
Say that it all ends the in the long run
Try telling that to the desperate
Who just squeezed the life from his son
And how it's voices in your head
And dreams never dreamt
Try telling him the difference
justice and contempt

Try me she isn't angry
With pitiful discontent
they flaunt it in your face
As you line up for
And expect you to say thank you
Straighten up, look proud and
you've only got the symptoms,
You got the whole disease

like a schoolboy,
Whose head's a tin-can
Filled up with dreams then poured down the
Try that to the boys on both sides,
blown to bits or beaten and maimed
Who takes all the glory and of the shame

Well I hope you live now,
I pray the Lord soul to keep
I think I'll be going
We fold our arms and start to
I never for a moment
That human could be so cheap
But they finally put you in the ground
They'll stand there laughing and the dirt down