Luyện nghe bài hát A Gospel

Handed down fathers to sons
Was the hatred of and the love of guns
A talk of peace but not in our
To save our souls and stop the

Onwards and but going nowhere
So how now truthfully swear
they do no evil, see no wrong
The ad-mass agents, the writers of
The bankers, the poets, the day seers
Clouding an issue that was quite clear

Sent through the of boy to man
The living testament of making a
Killing the wicked raising the dead
propaganda and shit spoon fed

Grasping for wisdom, but all the same
So how many innocents now can
That they play with and get burnt
And through the same never get learnt
Hoping for a it will fall to place
Faith show as our saving grace

Handed from God with love
Was the whole world and some above
But not content to the land
Greed was shown the winning

And whose greed was the strongest of all
upon themselves to lead the call
That some must work other rest
the question of what is best
The leaders, the losers and the
Pass the rifle butt that brings

Passed on to the chosen few

Was the promise of freedom with a queue
Ghetto's, and eating it too
Forcing it all down with a brew
The first and the hunt for reds

A conscious contradiction with said
That they see no with eyes shut tight
A culture that offers no fight
Dragged birth, drugged to death
The common excuse is being yourself

Hand us down before too late
The strength and wisdom to our state
by evil and all it will bring
I wait for the day they do the lamppost swing

And no mercy they be shown
For you cannot with the devil's own
say, they hear no evil, hands clasped tight
To shut out the victims' screams of ol' Sam fights
He and he strains as his boney frame comes

Into the womb of an one