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 short on
But high on
To all the watching T.V
Like, "Yo, I that was me"

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

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

I didn't vote for state of affairs
My emotional state's got me
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 prepared

'Cause I'm ready to fight but fights
me fighting back tears
'Cause the truth is 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
Brutus is an honorable man
It's just coincidence oil men
Would wage war on an oil rich

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

for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined
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 prepare to shed them now
For you share the guilt of spilt
In accordance the Dow Jones
Dow drops fresh skull and bones

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

You should know that this
Could go on and on and since
Does it make to keep your ears to the
As long as in the soil, truth is never concrete

So we dare to represent those with the barest of
'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 last in
for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined
The no ones, the nobodies, the last in

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

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

A call to the youth, your freedom so free
It's just loose but the power of voice
Could redirect every
Shift and the world you want
And keep fears in a noose

Let dangle
From a banner Star
I'm willing and
To lift my up out of their cradle
and nurture my ideals
'Til much more than a fable

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

My is to live within a nation on fire
creative passions burn
And raise the stakes ever

Where no person is
'top some twisted
Who promotes the of freedom
Sold to the buyer

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

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

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

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