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

Through the of times,
the worst of times,
Through Nixon and 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, that confused look in your eyes?
What I'm to say is that
I down buildings
While you sit on a shelf 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 held in the streets of Seattle,
But when it came to throw bricks
Through Starbucks window,
You me all alone.

You in awe at the red,
White, and blue on the of july.
While those were exploding,
I was burning that
And stringing my flag high,
Eating the
That the parties have you
In the back of your father's new Ford.
You in the ballot,
in reform.
You have faith in the and jackass,
And to you, a four-letter word.
all hypocrites,
But a patriot.
You I was only joking
I screamed "Kill Whitey!"
At the top of my
At the cops in cars
And the men in suits.
No, I won't your hand
And the State.

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