Luyện nghe bài hát Bite The Hand

With a little faith, we could the land
With a hope, we could move as planned
With a faith, we could raise the land
With a little hope, we could move as

Farm the ghetto up, feed the down
our nose to the grindstone
Ear to the ground, a steady job
Build a home

Farm a steady crop depose the throne
We irrigate thirst quenching lake
Make a fertile place, thus the spake

the feathers up
Slash the silk as well, stop, boo
Hooing over all that milk
Empty trap, eye

Seething lip, stop
Why butter here? Better motivate, its getting late
the grain, co, co, co, co, commotion
Before a global war, wed better the ocean

like an open wound that
Forever bleeds just like an open
In seeds or the foolish man
all he reads, he begs, he pleads