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

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

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

'Cause I'm ready to fight but most
Have me fighting back
'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 tried to it

I'm not trying to start a riot or it
'Cause Brutus is an man
It's just that oil men
Would wage war on an oil rich

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

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

If you have prepare to shed them now
For you the guilt of blood spilt
In accordance with the Dow
Dow drops fresh crop and bones

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

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

So we dare to those with the barest of feet
'Cause the laws to which we're loyal, the soil deplete
our job to not let history repeat

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

So the plan
The Ides of March are at hand
And when the hungry strike
They strike the of man

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

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

Let dangle
From a banner Star
I'm willing and
To lift my dreams up out of their
Nurse and my ideals
'Til they're much more than a

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

My is to live within a nation on fire
Where passions burn
And raise the ever higher

no person is addicted
'top some twisted
Who promotes the of freedom
to the highest buyer

We demand a truth
At one the land
Not a plant photosynthesizes
Bombs on
Or a search for any
We let fall our hands

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

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

And instead, invest in that erasable
'Cause their twisted propaganda can't all the dead
And the pile of pyramid on top of our heads
Or never mind, said the shotgun to the