Luyện nghe bài hát Act III Scene 2

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

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

And all the pressing rewind
On Get Free', I hear 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 vote for this of affairs
My emotional state's got me
Fearing my
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 under

'Cause I'm ready to but most fights
Have me fighting back
'Cause the truth is really I'm
Not of the truth

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

I'm not to start a riot or incite it
'Cause is an honorable man
It's coincidence 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

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 last in

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

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

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

So we dare to represent with the barest of feet
the laws to which we're loyal, keep the soil deplete
It's our job to not let history

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

So the plan
The Ides of March are always at
And when the power hungry
strike the poorest of man

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

A call to the youth, your ain't so free
just loose but the power of your voice
Could every truth
and shape the world you want
And keep your in a noose

Let dangle
From a Star Spangled
I'm willing and
To my dreams up out of their cradle
Nurse and nurture my
'Til they're much more a fable

I can be all I can be
And do much more 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 stakes higher

Where no is addicted
some twisted supplier
Who the sort of freedom
to the highest buyer

We demand a naturally
At one with the
Not a plant that
Bombs on
Or a search for any
We let fall from our

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

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

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