🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: The World Isn't Fair - Randy Newman

 When Karl Marx was  boy
 he took a hard look 
 He saw people were starving all  the place
 while others  painting the town
 The  spirited boy
 became a  spirited man
  he worked very hard and he read everything
 until he came up with  plan
 
 There'll be  exploitation
 of the worker or his 
 No discrimination 'cause of  color of your
 skin
 No  private property
 It would  be allowed
 No one could  too high
 No one could sink  low
 or go under completely like  we all know
 
 If Marx were living 
 he'd be  around in his grave
 And if I had him here in my mansion on  hill
 I'd tell him a story t'would give  old heart
 a chill
 
 It's something  happened to me
 I'd say, Karl I recently 
 into a  family
  two little children in school
 where  little children should be
 
 I went to  orientation
  the young mommies were there
  you never have seen such a glorious sight
  these beautiful women arrayed for the night
  like countesses, empresses, movie stars and
 queens
 And they'd  there with men much like me
 Froggish men, unpleasant  see
  you to kiss one, Karl
 Nary a prince  there be
 
 Oh Karl the  isn't fair
 It isn't and never  be
  tried out your plan
 It brought  instead
 If you'd  how they worked it
 you'd be  you were dead
 just like I'm glad I'm living in  land of the
 free
 where the rich  get richer
 and the  you don't ever have to see
 It would  us, Karl
 Because we 
 that the world still  fair