Luyện nghe bài hát Chris's Song

[Words by Delvecchio/music by 15.]

I saw a man who stood on the house lawn
Dousing himself with lilies and lighting himself laughter,
hysterical at the shrieking feet of those whites who wear crosses
on their sleeves, with their spinning swastikas neatly behind their eyes.
I've heard of who have sliced the throats of their razors to see a
stream of revolution spill off the tiles and into the mountains of that tiny land we call
I know of cages from whose teeth flow tears, rage and tenants
who refuse to feed the hand that us all.
I know of crimes so unspeakable must be shouted, of a land
whose streets are with those without homes.
I know of a land numbered by the staccato upheaval of
consumerism, of who mutter "love" under their breath while
into a grey horizon, sweetened with steel, and preserved through war.