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
This song for 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 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 this state of
My state's got me prostrate
Fearing my
In all reality I'm prepared

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

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

But scared of the length
go to fight it
I to hold my tongue
Son, I to bite it

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

And this one out to my man
cover in the trenches
With a gun in his
gets 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 in line
Spit for the hated, the reviled, the
The no ones, the nobodies, the in line

If you have tears prepare to shed now
For you share the guilt of spilt
In accordance the Dow Jones
Dow drops fresh crop and bones

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

You should know that this
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 dare to represent those with the 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 last in
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 power strike
They strike the of man

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

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

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

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

My desire is to live a nation on fire
creative passions burn
And the stakes ever higher

Where no is addicted
'top some supplier
Who promotes the of freedom
to the highest buyer

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

I got beats and a plan, I'm do what I can
And what you do is question they say do
Every goal ideal or value they keep 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 they're asking to go a gun
Warfare ain't humanitarian, scaring me, son
Why not fight to feed the homeless, jobless, inflation?
Why not for our own health care and our education?

And instead, invest in that lead
'Cause their twisted propaganda can't all the dead
And the pile of pyramid on top of our heads
Or mind, said the shotgun to the head