Luyện nghe bài hát Angry Young Man

There's a place in the world for the angry man
With his working ties and his radical plans
He refuses to bend, he to crawl
and he's always at home his back to the wall.
He's proud of the and the battles he's lost
He struggles and as he hangs on the cross
And he likes to be known as the young man.

Give a moment or two to the angry man
With his foot in his mouth and his in his hand
He's stabbed in the back, he's been misunderstood
It's a comfort to know his intentions are
He sits in a room a lock on the door
with his and his medals laid out of the floor
And he likes to be as the angry young man.

I believe I've passed the age of consciousness and rage,
I've found that just surviving was a fight
I once believed in causes too, had my pointless of view
Life went on no who was wrong or right.

And there's always a place for the young man
With his in the air and his head in the sand
He's never been able to from mistakes
He can't understand why his always breaks
His is pure, and his courage as well
he's fair and he's true, and he's boring as
And he'll go to his grave as an old man.

There's a place in the world for the young man
With his working class and his radical plans
He refuses to bend, he refuses to
and he's always at home his back to the wall.
He's proud of the scars and the battles lost
He struggles and as he hangs on the cross
And he likes to be known as the angry man