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

And all the kids 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 last in
Spit for the hated, the reviled, the
The no ones, the nobodies, the in line

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

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

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

But just of the length
go to fight it
I to hold my tongue
Son, I tried to it

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

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

If you have tears to shed them now
For you share the of blood spilt
In accordance with the Dow
Dow drops fresh crop and bones

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

You should know that this
Could go on and on and since
it make to keep your 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 we're loyal, keep the soil deplete
It's our job to not let repeat

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

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

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

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

Let them
From a banner Star
I'm and able
To lift my dreams up out of cradle
Nurse and nurture my
'Til they're much 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 is to live within a nation on fire
Where passions burn
And raise the ever higher

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

We demand a truth
At one the land
Not a that 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 question they say do
goal ideal or value they keep pushing on you
If they ask you to believe it, question whether true
If they ask you to achieve, is it for them or for

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

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