Luyện nghe bài hát Ancestors (Family Mix)

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

(Chorus)
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 they say, If our ancestors came back, would we fight them
If our ancestors 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 say, If our ancestors came back, would we fight them today?

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

But remember, become humble, we even break and cry,
Cuz' there's a war (worth) for, we don't know half the time,
We just release these masterpieces of the pain 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 people died?

Now should I cry about that? Or should I write about
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 entities 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 deep in my mind, someday our will rise,
the misconceived beliefs and stop believing the lies.

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

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

their family is sweet, overly relying on
I'll my death in defiance, a life inspired by pride,
So where's our at? Who'll stand in front 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 that our eyes become blind, can't recognize our own kind
No knowing ourselves, who just said how the hell we survived?

No love one another, or take time to ask why,
Cuz' we just kill one other for the colors of the flag that 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 know they were ours?
Would we even care? Would we even notice? Or have we just that far?
Would we look down on them? For their they made?
Then be reminded of ourselves we see ourselves in their face?

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

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Now tell me if we sing, that be free in our hearts?
Or would we find to enslave them, and keeping them apart?
If they had 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 as it gets

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

And if our, ancestors came back, and embraced with arms,
we be afraid to embraced, or reminded of who we are?
Maybe they already here, we just want to hear them speak,
Too busy to be and lost in their belief
And If our ancestors came back, see we it this far,
the spirits of their people, would we then break their hearts?

(chorus)

(children chorus)