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
This song for free by any

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

And all the kids pressing
On Get Free', I hear you
To all the
Within the sound of my

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 in line

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

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

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

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

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

And this one out to my man
cover in the trenches
With a gun in his
Then gets home and no one
When he can't his fam
But Brutus is an man

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 in line

If you have prepare 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 dandy on
An Iraqi in Gap khaki, Coca Coma on
Be ye bishop or in the streets or the lawn

You know that this example
Could go on and on and what
Does it to keep your ears to the street?
As as oil's 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 history

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

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

And if you dare put up a
come and fight for your land
And call 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 you want
And keep your fears in a

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

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

My desire is to live within a nation on
creative passions burn
And raise the ever higher

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

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

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

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, fight
Why not fight for our own health care and our

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