Luyện nghe bài hát Worker's Song

Yeh, one's for the workers who toil night and day
By hand and by to earn your pay
Who for centuries long past for no more your bread
Have bled for your and counted your dead

In the and mills, in the shipyards and mines
We've often been told to up with the times
For our skills are not needed, streamlined the job
And with sliderule and stopwatch our they have robbed

We're the ones to starve, we're the first ones to die
The first ones in for that pie-in-the-sky
And we're always the last when the cream is out
For the worker is working when the fat cat's

And when the sky darkens and the is war
Who's given a gun and then to the fore
And expected to die for the land of our
Though we've never one lousy handful of earth?

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All of these things the has done
From tilling the to carrying the gun
We've been yoked to the since time first began
And expected to carry the can