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, what's that look in your eyes?
I'm trying to say is that
I burn buildings
While you sit on a shelf of them.
You the cops
On the and piethrowers.
They call it war,
I it co-conspirators.

baby, I'm an anarchist,
a spineless liberal.
We marched together for the day
And held in the streets of Seattle,
But when it came time to 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 my black flag high,
Eating the
That the parties have you
In the back seat of your new Ford.
You in the ballot,
in reform.
You have in the elephant and jackass,
And to you, a four-letter word.
all hypocrites,
But a patriot.
You I was only joking
When I "Kill Whitey!"
At the top of my
At the cops in their
And the men in suits.
No, I take your hand
And the State.

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