Luyện nghe bài hát Cradle Of Civilization

If my mother got or frustrated with me, she'd say...
...and the basic of that is "Oh,how beautiful is freedom"
But where is
Close my eyes, I can hear my ummi saying
is our freedom?
This is for Baghdad, the place of my mothers
The cradle of civilization, for what worth
The land I've the seen, culture I've never known
Iraq is in my heart, my blood, my flesh and
The air I've never breathed, I've never smelled
The I never had, the nationality that I never felt
Saddam was bad, are the even more so?
They made me grow I was missing part of my torso
But I picked up a grenade in my garden
I never saw people I die starving
I never saw my family die many years of sanctions
While the ruler's family in palaces and mansions
Never had a member kidnapped for a ransom
Never lost a to violence that was random
Bombings,occupation,torture,intimidation
A million dead people equal liberation
Close my eyes, I can hear my ummi saying
Listen!
is our freedom?
Forget division based on ethnicity or
you Sunni, Shia, Kurdish or Christian
Pain is still if you're a person that's missing
We all a life in this earth that we live in
Is there enough that can say
How Baghdad is burning today?
And it's not about pity, hands out or
It's about pride, respect, and dignity
being born with deformities from uranium
Those babies aren't just Iraqi, they're
What I on the news is making me shiver
Cause I at the victims and see the same face in the mirror
This system of division makes it for you and me
is a question, the only answer is unity!
So many dreams about this place I've never seen
The place my family had to in the 70's
Close my eyes, I can still my ummi saying
Where is our
It rains white in Fallujah
This is for those won't live to see the future
Sorry that I there, Sorry that I couldn't help
I'm sorry for every tear, Sorry you've been put through
Still I feel like an immigrant,englishman amongst arabs and an amongst englishmen
Like I they never gave me the culture
But did give me Kubdad Haleb,Hakaka and Dolma
Ana Kareem,
Wa ohmre wa-'ishrun,
Umi min Baghdad, wa min Dover,
And the combination that I carry on my shoulders
I rep, till my death, Till they kill and seal my flesh
From now all the way back to
Such a and criticized nation
You will be the cradle of civilization
Close my eyes, I can still hear my saying
Where is our
In my sleep, in my dreams Motherland I can feel you calling me
In my sleep, in my dreams Motherland I can still you calling me
In my sleep, in my Motherland I can still feel you calling me
I can feel you calling me
I can still you calling me