Luyện nghe bài hát Bite The Hand

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

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

Farm a steady then depose the throne
We could irrigate thirst quenching
a fertile place, thus the desert spake

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

lip, stop wondering
Why butter mountains here? 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 scattered seeds or the man
Believing all he reads, he begs, he