Luyện nghe bài hát Cradle Of Civilization

If my mother got angry or frustrated with me, say...
...and the translation of that is "Oh,how beautiful is freedom"
But is freedom?
Close my eyes, I can hear my ummi saying
is our freedom?
This is for Baghdad, the place of my birth
The cradle of civilization, for what it's
The land never the seen, culture I've never known
Iraq is in my heart, my blood, my and bones
The air I've breathed, fragrance I've never smelled
The I never had, the nationality that I never felt
Saddam was bad, are the American's more so?
They made me grow like I was missing part of my
But I never picked up a in my garden
I never saw people I love die
I saw my family die through many years of sanctions
While the ruler's family in palaces and mansions
had a family member kidnapped for a ransom
Never a friend to violence that was random
Bombings,occupation,torture,intimidation
A million dead people doesn't equal
Close my eyes, I can still hear my saying
Listen!
is our freedom?
Forget division based on ethnicity or
Whether you Sunni, Shia, or Christian
Pain is still pain if you're a person missing
We all deserve a life in this that we live in
Is there words that can say
How deeply Baghdad is today?
And it's not about pity, out or sympathy
It's pride, respect, honour and dignity
Babies born with deformities from uranium
Those babies just Iraqi, they're Mesopotamian
What I view on the news is making me
Cause I look at the and see the same face in the mirror
system of division makes it harder for you and me
Peace is a question, the only 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
is our freedom?
It rains white phosphorus in
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 put through hell
Still I feel like an immigrant,englishman amongst arabs and an arab englishmen
Like I said never gave me the culture
But they did give me Kubdad Haleb,Hakaka and
Ana Kareem,
Wa thalatha 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 and criticized nation
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 I can still feel you calling me
In my sleep, in my dreams Motherland I can feel 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