Luyện nghe bài hát African

Through the eyes of a
There's no or right
No to hate
No for a fight
No color, no
No malice, no
Till the child a man
up your freedom
Hand back your
Then change color now
You're black not
And never be a piece of the action
Now an African

Forget beliefs and swallow pain
You're just a now
And Boy's your
And you'll never get a piece of the
Now 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,
It's power crave

The politics of
The of shame
The cold abuse of human
Of and of pain
Are part of the action
When you're an

The politics of more
The of greed
The cold of poverty
To your labor cheap
Are only of the action
When a working man

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

The politics of buying
there's no food to eat
The politics of digging
of planting seeds
The leader with his golf course
And his cars
Sits playing with his diamond watch
the people starve

The of shooting down
A plane that relief
By fat men playing 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
in the action

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