Luyện nghe bài hát Cradle Of Civilization

If my mother got or frustrated with me, she'd say...
...and the translation of that is "Oh,how beautiful is freedom"
But is freedom?
my eyes, I can still hear my ummi saying
Where is our
This is for Baghdad, the place of my mothers
The cradle of civilization, for what it's
The land I've the seen, culture I've never known
Iraq is in my heart, my blood, my and bones
The air I've never breathed, fragrance I've never
The pride I never had, the that I never felt
was bad, are the American's even more so?
They made me like I was missing part of my torso
But I picked up a grenade in my garden
I never saw I love die starving
I never saw my die through many years of sanctions
While the ruler's family in palaces and mansions
Never had a member kidnapped for a ransom
Never lost a friend to that was random
Bombings,occupation,torture,intimidation
A million people doesn't equal liberation
Close my eyes, I can hear my ummi saying
Listen!
is our freedom?
Forget division based on or religion
Whether you Sunni, Shia, Kurdish or
Pain is still pain if you're a person missing
We all a life in this earth that we live in
Is there words that can say
How deeply Baghdad is burning
And it's not about pity, out or sympathy
It's about pride, respect, honour and
Babies being born 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 of division makes it harder for you and me
Peace is a question, the only is unity!
So many dreams this place that 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 that won't live to see the
Sorry that I there, Sorry that I couldn't help
I'm sorry for every tear, Sorry you've been put hell
Still I like an immigrant,englishman amongst arabs and an arab amongst englishmen
Like I they 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 that I carry on my shoulders
I rep, till my death, Till they kill and seal my flesh
From now all the way to Gilgamesh
Such a villianized and criticized
You will be the cradle of civilization
Close my eyes, I can still hear my ummi
is our freedom?
In my sleep, in my dreams Motherland I can feel you calling me
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
I can still feel you me
I can still you calling me