Luyện nghe bài hát Bye American

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

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

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

Overlooked too
Don't tell me wrong
It like all the good is gone
Who stokes the factory
nothing to retire
75 and on a greasy fryer
Metropolitan, charlatan,
Words don't mean shit and souls too thin

My faith is from the steeple to the cross
To the satellite evangelical
There's no concern for selflessness, just push and shove
Why should God America?

I'm a citizen of the world was made
The maker's marks of soul on me they get the shame
Oh all my ways