Luyện nghe bài hát Ancestors (Family Mix)

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

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

So if there was use in their lives for all the people died,
Murdered in because so the Americans dream could survive,
And if our people back, and looked in our eyes,
We we say "what you looking at?" then 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 these of the pain that inside,
But if past is torn to pieces all cities gonna rise
over the graves, trying to us, and cloud my kind,
making us ask ourselves how did the face look, all our that died?

Now should I cry that? Or should I write about that?
But if my came back, we'd be reminded of all that!
But snap! It was the direction, now self-oppression,
in without their wisdom translate into misconception,
separate entities no longer we, but self-selection,
unity be the key to the future, past and present.

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

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

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

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

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

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

If our ancestors came back would we know they were ours?
Would we even care? Would we notice? Or have we just gone that far?
Would we look down on them? For 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,
Saturate our spirits some criticism against the blazes of sage,
I thank God for my ancestors died for these ways,
I struggle to stand on broke and tell them it wasn't in vain.

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

Some who remember our ancestors that to forget
Imagine if they walked with us, and we to be a threat
and once more embodied the beings we supposed to be
If they spoke in Native tongues, we even understand,
our new native warriors, then turn the gun on them?

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

(chorus)

(children chorus)