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 of civilization, for what it's worth
The land I've never the seen, culture I've known
is in my heart, my blood, my flesh 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 die starving
I never saw my family die many years of sanctions
While the ruler's family lived in palaces and
Never had a family member for a ransom
Never a friend to violence that was random
Bombings,occupation,torture,intimidation
A million dead people doesn't liberation
my eyes, I can still 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 person missing
We all deserve a life in this earth we live in
Is there words that can say
How Baghdad is burning today?
And not about pity, hands out or sympathy
It's about pride, respect, and dignity
Babies being born with deformities uranium
babies aren't just Iraqi, they're Mesopotamian
What I view on the news is me shiver
Cause I look at the victims and see the same face in the
This of division makes it harder for you and me
Peace is a question, the only is unity!
So many dreams about this place that I've never
The place my had to leave in the 70's
Close my eyes, I can still hear my ummi
Where is our
It rains phosphorus in Fallujah
This is for those that won't live to see the
that I wasn't there, Sorry that I couldn't help
I'm sorry for every tear, Sorry been put through hell
Still I feel like an immigrant,englishman arabs and an arab amongst englishmen
Like I said they never gave me the
But they did 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
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 still my ummi saying
Where is our
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
In my sleep, in my dreams I can still feel you calling me
I can feel you calling me
I can still feel you me