Luyện nghe bài hát Cradle Of Civilization

If my mother got angry or 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 my ummi saying
Where is our
is for Baghdad, the place of my mothers birth
The cradle of civilization, for it's worth
The land I've never the seen, culture I've never
Iraq is in my heart, my blood, my flesh and
The air I've never breathed, fragrance I've smelled
The pride I never had, the nationality I never felt
was bad, are the American's even more so?
They me grow like I was missing part of my torso
But I never up a grenade in my garden
I saw people I love die starving
I never saw my family die through many years of
While the ruler's lived in palaces and mansions
Never had a family 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 still 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 deserve a life in this that we live in
Is there enough words can say
How Baghdad is burning today?
And not about pity, hands out or sympathy
It's pride, respect, honour and dignity
being born with deformities from uranium
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 of division makes it harder for you and me
Peace is a question, the answer is unity!
So many dreams about this place I've never seen
The my family had to leave in the 70's
my eyes, I can still hear my ummi saying
Where is our
It white phosphorus in Fallujah
This is for that won't live to see the future
that I wasn't there, Sorry that I couldn't help
I'm sorry for every tear, you've been put through hell
I feel like an immigrant,englishman amongst arabs and an arab amongst englishmen
Like I said they never gave me the
But did give me Kubdad Haleb,Hakaka and Dolma
Ana Kareem,
Wa thalatha wa-'ishrun,
Umi min Baghdad, wa min Dover,
And that's the combination that I on my shoulders
Still I rep, till my death, they kill and seal my flesh
From now all the way to Gilgamesh
a villianized and criticized nation
You will always be the cradle of
Close my eyes, I can still my ummi saying
is our freedom?
In my sleep, in my Motherland I can still feel you calling me
In my sleep, in my dreams Motherland I can still you calling me
In my sleep, in my dreams I can still feel you calling me
I can still you calling me
I can still you calling me