Luyện nghe bài hát A Gospel

Handed down from fathers to
Was the hatred of weakness and the love of
A of peace but not in our time
To save our souls and the crime

Onwards and upwards but nowhere
So how many now truthfully
they do no evil, see no wrong
The ad-mass agents, the of song
The bankers, the poets, the day seers
Clouding an issue was never quite clear

through the ages of boy to man
The testament of making a stand
Killing the wicked then the dead
propaganda and shit spoon fed

Grasping for wisdom, but all the same
So how innocents now can claim
That they with fire and get burnt
And the same mistakes never get learnt
Hoping for a time it will fall to
shall show as our saving grace

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

And those whose was the strongest of all
Took themselves to lead the call
That some must work while rest
the question of what is best
The leaders, the and the kings
Pass the rifle butt that tyranny

Passed on over to the few

Was the promise of with a breadline queue
Ghetto's, gateaux and it too
Forcing it all down with a brew
The first amendment and the hunt for

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

us down before it's too late
The strength and wisdom to our state
Governed by evil and all it bring
I can't wait for the day do the lamppost swing

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

the womb of an innocent one