Luyện nghe bài hát Tramp The Dirt Down

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

I hope I don't die too soon
I pray the Lord my soul to
Yes I'll be a boy, I'm trying so hard to behave
Because there's one I know, I'd like to live
Long enough to
That's they finally put you in the ground
stand on your grave and tramp the dirt down

When England was the whore of the
Margaret was her
And the future looked as and as clear
As the black
Well I hope she sleeps well at night,
Isn't by every tiny detail
she held that lovely face in her hands
All she thought of was

And now the ones
Say it all ends the same in the long run
Try telling to the desperate father
Who just squeezed the from his only son
And how only voices in your head
And dreams you've dreamt
Try telling him the subtle
justice and contempt

Try me she isn't angry
With this discontent
When they it in your face
As you up for punishment
And then you to say thank you
Straighten up, look proud and
you've only got the symptoms,
You haven't got the disease

like a schoolboy,
Whose head's a tin-can
Filled up with then poured down the drain
Try that to the boys on both sides,
Being blown to bits or beaten and
Who takes all the glory and none of the

Well I hope you live now,
I pray the Lord soul to keep
I think I'll be before
We fold our arms and to weep
I never thought for a
human life could be so cheap
But when they finally put you in the
They'll stand there laughing and tramp the down