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 wish was me"

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

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

I didn't vote for this of affairs
My emotional got me prostrate
Fearing my
In all reality I'm 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 but most fights
Have me back tears
the truth is really I'm scared
Not scared of the

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

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

And this one out to my man
Taking in the trenches
With a gun in his
Then gets home and no one
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 with the Dow
Dow fresh crop skull 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 pawn in the or the lawn

You should that this example
Could go on and on and what
Does it to keep your ears to the street?
As long as in the soil, truth is never concrete

So we dare to those with the barest of feet
the laws 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
Spit for the hated, the reviled, the
The no ones, the nobodies, the in line

So the plan
The Ides of March are at hand
And the power hungry 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 to the youth, your freedom ain't so free
It's just loose but the of your voice
Could every truth
Shift and the world you want
And keep fears in a noose

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

I can be all I can be
And do much than I'm paid to
And I won't be a
To authorities say do

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

Where no person is
'top twisted supplier
Who promotes the of freedom
to the highest buyer

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

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

the one they're asking to go carry 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 twisted propaganda erase all the dead
And the pile of corpses on top of our heads
Or never mind, the shotgun to the head