Luyện nghe bài hát Ancestors (Family Mix)

(Children intro)
If our ancestors came and asked us who we are
would we be, too far to recognize them through the, Stars and the, Stripes of the Flag?
Livin' our lives, what would say, If our ancestors came back, would we fight them today?
If our ancestors back and asked us who we are
would we be, too far gone to recognize them through the, Stars and the, Stripes of the
Livin' our lives, what would say, If our ancestors came back, would we fight them today?

(Chorus)
If our ancestors came back and us who we are
would we be, too far gone to recognize them through the, and the, Stripes of the Flag?
our lives, what would they say, If our ancestors came back, would we fight them today?
If our came back and asked us who we are
would we be, too far gone to recognize them through the, and the, Stripes of the Flag?
Livin' our lives, what they say, If our ancestors came back, would we fight them today?

So if there was use in lives for all the people that died,
Murdered in because so the Americans dream could survive,
And if our people back, and looked in our eyes,
We would we say "what you looking at?" let them hot lids fly?

But remember, become humble, we even break and cry,
there's a war (worth) fighting for, we don't know half the time,
We just release masterpieces of the pain that inside,
But if past is torn to all they cities gonna rise
over the graves, trying to us, and cloud my kind,
making us ask ourselves how did the look, all our people that died?

Now should I cry about that? Or I write about that?
But if my ancestors back, we'd be reminded of all that!
But snap! It was the direction, now self-oppression,
in lessons their wisdom translate into misconception,
become separate no longer we, but self-selection,
will be the key to the future, past and present.

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We a glimpse of the world, before corruption of hate,
Still functioning on self-destruction, the sun could relate,
It's buried in my mind, someday our people will rise,
the misconceived beliefs and stop believing the lies.

We see it in they eyes, they trapped in of deceit,
I'll revolt with the rebels over their pledge of Alliage' (Alliance)
We've been lead to believe hopeless, and we'll never be free,
I'd rather die standing than to live on my knees.

We see our see our lonely, only to cherish the dream,
Of America, were apparently they beliefs,
underneath lies and than can barely reach,
Confused by rules, and or embarrassed to speak,

family is sweet, overly relying on lies
I'll take my in defiance, a life inspired by pride,
So our people at? Who'll stand in front of the line?
Shielding they from attack, for the love of our tribes.

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They to terms with detention, saying it's the dying inside,
Outside influence, influence, bloody shark eyes,
to the that our eyes become blind, can't recognize our own kind
No longer ourselves, who just said how the hell we survived?

No longer one another, or take time to ask why,
we just kill one other for the colors of the flag that they fly,
In the and the stars in their eyes, barbed wire and bars,
and my native people paid so deeply, feels like my got scars,

If our ancestors came back would we even know they ours?
Would we even care? Would we even notice? Or have we just that far?
Would we down on them? For their sacrifices they made?
Then be of ourselves when we see ourselves in their face?

Come back with mind erased, this from my heart is hate,
our spirits with some criticism against the blazes of sage,
I thank God for my that died for these ways,
I to stand on broke legs and tell them it wasn't in vain.

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Now tell me if we sing, that be free in our hearts?
Or would we ways to enslave them, and keeping them apart?
If had seen us, and how we living, we make an impression,
They'd be our rezzes, on our rezzes, in the way of our
We live like oppressors, weez' as close as it

Some who our ancestors that choose to forget
Imagine if they with us, and we rose to be a threat
and once embodied the beings we supposed to be again
If they spoke in Native tongues, would we understand,
Would our new native warriors, then the gun on them?

And if our, ancestors back, and embraced with open arms,
we be afraid to embraced, or reminded of who we are?
Maybe they already here, we just don't want to hear speak,
Too busy to be Americans and lost in their
And If our came back, see we made it this far,
Breaking the of their people, would we then break their hearts?

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(children chorus)