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
song for free by any means

To all the kids short on
But on dreams
To all the kids 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 sound of my

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

I didn't vote for state of affairs
My emotional got me prostrate
my fears
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 most
me fighting back tears
'Cause the is really I'm scared
Not scared of the

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

I'm not trying to a riot or incite it
'Cause Brutus is an man
It's just that oil men
Would wage war on an oil land

And this one out to my man
Taking cover in the
With a gun in his
gets home and no one flinches
When he feed his fam
But is an honorable man

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 last in

If you tears prepare to shed them now
For you share the of blood spilt
In with the Dow Jones
Dow drops fresh skull and bones

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

You should know that this
Could go on and on and since
Does it make to keep ears to the street?
As long as oil's in the soil, truth is never

So we dare to represent those the barest of feet
'Cause the laws to which 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 last in
for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined
The no ones, the nobodies, the last in

So here's the
The Ides of are always at hand
And the power hungry strike
They the poorest 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 so free
It's just loose but the power of your
Could redirect truth
Shift and shape the world you
And keep fears in a noose

Let dangle
a banner Star Spangled
I'm willing and
To lift my up out of their cradle
Nurse and my ideals
'Til they're 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 authorities say do

My desire is to live a nation on fire
Where creative burn
And raise the ever higher

Where no is addicted
some twisted supplier
Who promotes the sort of
Sold to the highest

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

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

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

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