Luyện nghe bài hát Act III Scene 2

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

To all the short on loot
But high on
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
Within the sound of my

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

I didn't vote for state of affairs
My emotional state's got me
Fearing my
In all I'm under prepared

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

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

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

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

And this one out to my man
Taking cover in the
With a gun in his
Then gets and no one flinches
he can't feed his fam
But is an honorable man

for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined
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 tears to shed them now
For you share the of blood spilt
In accordance the Dow Jones
Dow drops fresh crop skull and

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

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

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

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

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

And if you put up a fight
They'll come and fight for land
And they'll it liberation or salvation

A call to the youth, your freedom ain't so
It's just loose but the power of your
Could redirect every
Shift and shape the world you
And keep your in a noose

Let dangle
From a Star Spangled
I'm and able
To lift my up out of their cradle
Nurse and my ideals
'Til they're much than a fable

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

My desire is to within a nation on fire
Where creative burn
And the stakes ever higher

no person is addicted
'top some supplier
Who promotes the sort of
Sold to the buyer

We demand a truth
At one with the
Not a plant that
on demand
Or a for any weapons
We let from our hands

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

You're the one 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 fight for our own care and our education?

And instead, invest in that erasable
'Cause their twisted propaganda erase all the dead
And the pile of corpses on top of our heads
Or never mind, said the to the head