Luyện nghe bài hát I Pity the Poor Immigrant

I pity the poor immigrant who wishes he would have home
Who all his power to do evil and in the end is always left so alone
That man who his fingers cheats, who lies with every breath
Who passionately hates his life and likewise his death

I pity the immigrant whose strength is spent in vain
Whose heaven is ironsides, whose tears are like rain
Who but is not satisfied, who hears but does not see
Who falls in love wealth itself and turns his back on me

I pity the poor immigrant who tramples the mud
Who fills his mouth with laughing and who his town with blood
Whose visions in the final end shatter like the glass
I the poor immigrant when his gladness comes to pass