Luyện nghe bài hát Bye American

Who pumps your gas, cooks your meals, your fields
Builds your skyscrapers, prints your newspapers, it's your next door
In the ghetto city, community,
In the hills of Appalachia or
Metropolitan, charlatan,
Words don't mean shit and souls wear too

My faith is lost from the cross
To the "American owned and operated"
There's no of happiness in a land that's void of love
Why should God America?

Who your gutter and your sewer
And is die sooner
fingers to the bone
Than in an on the phone

Overlooked too
Don't tell me wrong
It seems like all the good is
Who stokes the factory
Gets to retire
75 and standing on a fryer
Metropolitan, charlatan,
Words don't mean shit and wear too thin

My faith is lost from the steeple to the
To the satellite evangelical
no concern for selflessness, just smother push and shove
Why God bless America?

I'm a of the world that was made
The maker's of soul on me they get over the shame
Oh mercy all my