Luyện nghe bài hát Bye American

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

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

Who cleans gutter and your sewer
And is gonna die
Working to the bone
Than in an office on the

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

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

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