Luyện nghe bài hát Act III Scene 2

This is a call out to all the
In the ghettos, suburbs, villages,
To all the who download
song for free by any means

To all the kids on loot
But on dreams
To all the watching T.V
Like, "Yo, I wish was me"

And all the pressing rewind
On 'Let's Get Free', I you
To all the
the sound of my voice

Spit for the hated, the reviled, the
The no ones, the nobodies, the in line
Spit for the hated, the reviled, the
The no ones, the nobodies, the in line

I didn't for this state of affairs
My state's got me prostrate
my fears
In all reality I'm prepared

I'm ready for war
But not if I'm ready to care
And that's why I'm under

'Cause I'm ready to but most fights
Have me back tears
'Cause the truth is I'm scared
Not of the truth

But just scared of the
You'll go to it
I tried to hold my
Son, I to bite it

I'm not to start a riot or incite it
Brutus is an honorable man
It's coincidence that oil men
Would war on an oil rich land

And one goes out to my man
Taking in the trenches
a gun in his hand
Then gets home and no one
When he feed his fam
But is an honorable man

Spit for the hated, the reviled, the
The no ones, the nobodies, the last in
Spit for the hated, the reviled, the
The no ones, the nobodies, the last in

If you have tears prepare to shed now
For you share the of blood spilt
In with the Dow Jones
Dow drops fresh crop skull and

A in the heady, 'Hutu, Tutsi, Leone'
An Afghani in a shanty, Doodle dandy on
An in Gap khaki, Coca Coma come on
Be ye bishop or in the streets or the lawn

You should that this example
go on and on and what since
Does it make to keep ears to the street?
As long as in the soil, truth is never concrete

So we dare to represent with the barest of feet
'Cause the to which we're loyal, keep the soil deplete
It's our job to not let repeat

Spit for the hated, the reviled, the
The no ones, the nobodies, the in line
Spit for the hated, the reviled, the
The no ones, the nobodies, the last in

So here's the
The of March are always at hand
And the power hungry strike
strike the poorest of man

And if you dare put up a
They'll come and fight for your
And call it liberation or salvation

A call to the youth, freedom ain't so free
just loose but the power of your voice
Could every truth
and shape the world you want
And keep fears in a noose

Let dangle
From a banner Spangled
I'm and able
To my dreams up out of their cradle
Nurse and nurture my
they're much more than a fable

I can be all I can be
And do much more than I'm to
And I be a slave
To authorities say do

My desire is to live within a nation on
Where creative burn
And raise the stakes ever

no person is addicted
'top some twisted
Who promotes the sort of
Sold to the highest

We a truth naturally
At one the land
Not a plant that
on demand
Or a search for any
We let fall from our

I got beats and a plan, I'm do what I can
And what you do is question they say do
goal ideal or value they keep pushing on you
If they ask you to believe it, question it's true
If they ask you to achieve, is it for them or for

the one they're asking to go carry a gun
Warfare ain't humanitarian, you're me, son
Why not fight to the homeless, jobless, fight inflation?
Why not for our own health care and our education?

And instead, in that erasable lead
'Cause their twisted can't erase all the dead
And the pile of corpses pyramid on top of our
Or never mind, said the to the head