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
This for free by any means

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

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

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

I didn't vote for this of affairs
My emotional got me prostrate
my fears
In all I'm under prepared

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

'Cause I'm ready to fight but fights
me fighting back tears
'Cause the truth is really I'm
Not scared of the

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

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

And this one out to my man
Taking cover in the
With a gun in his
Then home and no one flinches
he can't 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 in line

If you have tears to shed them now
For you share the guilt of blood
In with the Dow Jones
Dow drops fresh crop and bones

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

You should know this example
Could go on and on and what
it make to keep your ears to the street?
As as oil's in the soil, truth is never concrete

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

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

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

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

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

Let them
From a banner Spangled
I'm willing and
To lift my dreams up out of their
and nurture my ideals
'Til much more than a fable

I can be all I can be
And do much more I'm paid to
And I won't be a
To authorities say do

My desire is to live within a on fire
Where creative passions
And raise the ever higher

Where no is addicted
'top some supplier
Who promotes the of freedom
Sold to the highest

We a truth naturally
At one with the
Not a plant photosynthesizes
Bombs on
Or a for any weapons
We let fall from our

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

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

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