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

Through the of times,
Through the of times,
Nixon and through Bush,
Do you remember
We went our 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 eyes?
I'm trying to say is that
I down buildings
you sit on a shelf inside of them.
You call the
On the and piethrowers.
call it class war,
I it co-conspirators.

baby, I'm an anarchist,
You're a liberal.
We together 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.

You in awe at the red,
White, and on the fourth of july.
While those were exploding,
I was burning that
And stringing my black high,
the peanuts
That the have tossed you
In the back of your father's new Ford.
You in the ballot,
in reform.
You have in the elephant 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 in their 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 for the eight-hour day
And hands in the streets of Seattle,
But when it time to throw bricks
Through Starbucks window,
You me all alone.