Luyện nghe bài hát Cradle Of Civilization

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