Luyện nghe bài hát Chop 'em Down

From the forest itself comes the for the axe
Split this wilderness, listen up, this ain't where at
a path so that you could find your way back
Chop 'em down, chop 'em down, chop 'em down, chop 'em

flies by like clouds passing in the sky
Lifetime's here, gone with the blink of an eye
March the desert one step at a time
March through the desert one at a time

From the itself comes the handle for the axe
the staff, Moshe rabbainu, split the ocean in half
March through the desert, ain't where it's at
'em down, chop 'em down
Chop, 'em down, chop, chop 'em down

engraved, not so easily erased
Still wandering, tryna find place
the game, I see pain on your face
Nowadays the yiddin, like children sold as

ways running through the maze
Strange ways always lost in the desert tryna your way
Lost, lost in the desert tryna find way

From the itself comes the handle for the axe
this wilderness, listen up, this ain't where it's at
Clear a path so that you find your way back
Chop 'em down, 'em down, chop 'em down, chop 'em down
Chop 'em down, chop 'em down, chop 'em down, 'em down

Joseph, descended, sold as a
Thrown into a 'cause he wouldn't be swayed
pharaohs dream and Egypt was saved
Stock, food for seven years of rain
Sold to all the when the drought came

Joseph, rose to power and the yiddin
They started to grow and was made
Pharaoh's worried, let's make 'em pay
in chains, first born was sent down to their graves

Moshe, was and a prince he was raised
Hashem, spoke to him, here's a message to
my nation from Mitzrayim, I see the suffering
Hard hearts, ego breaks, take and make way
Trail blaze through the breaking the chains

Last generation just the
March through the desert leaving
Peel off the lid this is plastic, gotta get into it, get into it
Heavy hitter, stepping solid, never quitter, jump into the
it split, gotta jump into it

Rip, rip in Egypt, get into it, through my fire lit, get into it
600,000 witnessed it, no you didn't forget, no you forget
Rip, rip through Egypt, get into it, gotta jump it, jump, jump into it

In the spiritual desert, things are not they seem
Snakes camouflaged, to fit the scene

Rip, rip through Egypt, jump it
In the desert, things are not what they seem
camouflaged, just to fit the scene

The king is in his throne of glory
The king is in his throne of glory
The king is in his throne of glory