Luyện nghe bài hát African

Through the of a child
There's no wrong or
No reason to
No for a fight
No color, no
No malice, no
Till the child a man
Give up your
Hand back your
change your color now
You're not white
And never be a piece of the action
Now you're an

Forget beliefs and swallow your
just a number now
And your name
And never get a piece of the action
Now you're a man

African, Asian, it's all the
Brown, black,
It's all the
labor, working class
What's in a
Far left, far right,
It's they crave

The politics of
The politics of
The cold of human rights
Of and of pain
Are part of the action
you're an African

The politics of making
The politics of
The cold of poverty
To keep labor cheap
Are only part of the
When a working man

African, Asian, it's all the
Brown, black,
It's all the
labor, working class
What's in a
Far left, far right,
Far left, far right,
Far left, far right,
power they crave

The politics of arms
When there's no to eat
The of digging gold
Instead of planting
The leader with his golf course
And his cars
Sits playing his diamond wrist watch
While the starve

The of shooting down
A that brings relief
By fat men power games
Who've got to eat
The politics of hate
The of war
The men who sell the guns fun
we all count the score

One, two, three,
Thousands,
People dying to keep
Them in the

Through the of a man
There's wrong and there's
A reason to
need for a fight
There's color, there's
There's malice, there's
When the becomes a man