Luyện nghe bài hát Baby, I'm An Anarchist!

Through the of times,
the worst of times,
Nixon and through Bush,
Do you remember
We our seperate ways.
You for Stalin.
I for freedom.
You in authority.
I in myself.
I'm a cocktail.
Dom Perignon.
Baby, what's that confused look in your
What I'm trying to say is
I burn down
While you sit on a inside of them.
You call the
On the and piethrowers.
They call it war,
I it co-conspirators.

baby, I'm an anarchist,
You're a liberal.
We marched for the eight-hour day
And hands in the streets of Seattle,
But when it time to throw bricks
that Starbucks window,
You me all alone.

You in awe at the red,
White, and on the fourth of july.
While fireworks were exploding,
I was burning that
And stringing my black high,
the peanuts
That the parties tossed you
In the back seat of father's new Ford.
You in the ballot,
in reform.
You have faith in the and jackass,
And to you, solidarity's a word.
all hypocrites,
But a patriot.
You thought I was only
I screamed "Kill Whitey!"
At the top of my
At the cops in cars
And the men in suits.
No, I won't take hand
And the State.

baby, I'm an anarchist,
You're a liberal.
We marched together for the day
And held in the streets of Seattle,
But when it time to throw bricks
Through that window,
You me all alone.