Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Buffalos

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1: C-Rayz Walz]
I see dead buffalos, on the plains of the
Electromagnetic fields like M. Bison
Through the air flyin, black crows in a circle
Before the people of the land dyin
Nature's siren, the rivers won't act right
The full moon was a flashlight, in my life
When traveling the winding at night
Unraveling the blinding site
Chickens come home to roost and dead buzzards
Layin to the head of cousins, sisters and brothers
Fathers and mothers, daughters and
the vultures profit, I could still see the blood run
The slaughter of loved ones, hated for different
Elders were slain, with their talismans
Killed the body, the spirit driftin
Destroyed physically, but the souls ever livin

Thank you! For my land and food
Thank you! For rapin my women, me in a noose
Thank you! For killin my
me disease, then blamin me - thank you!

Thank you! For takin my land and
Thank you! For rapin my women, puttin me in a
Thank you! For killin my
Givin me disease, and blamin me - thank you!

2: C-Rayz Walz]
I took my shahada (one) and gazed in the
God against the devils, Shaolin Lama
We felons, clashed with Magellan
Baby heads were crushed and like small melons
Wishin these demons would be or banished
In my I woke up in Jamaica speakin Spanish
The night the earth cried when the good arrived
Blood on the transformed to Crimson Tide
I built with Crazy Horse, made a black sun
The smoke shack was beat on by drum back
The beetles were baffled, by the state of
Showin like Pocahontas savin John Smith
Convinced by the truth of the past, since the splash
the Atlantic as a skeleton raft
Unafraid, I went to a cave to
And talk to my celestial mind and

Thank you! For takin my and food
Thank you! For rapin my women, puttin me in a
Thank you! For my seed
Givin me disease, then blamin me - you!

Thank you! For takin my and food
Thank you! For my women, puttin me in a noose
you! For killin my seed
Givin me disease, and then blamin me - you!

[Verse 3: Walz]
The land was raped, scorn, torn and
Later on you would praise portraits of killers (cheese!)
Even made holidays for unholy act (Happy Thanksgiving)
I'm the voice of the dead! You can't hold me (no!)
buffalos, similar to us now
In the name of gain on these we get bust down
What up, HOW, you think be reparations?
We been touched down, so preparations (now)
water holdin breath I dodge piranha fish
With fright, wishin to die was tomorrow's
I heard the mountain weep, skulls smash clif with sticks
We clash with the madmen, the good ship
We did but show love to a stranger
We were repaid with murder, and anger
died, the lions would hide, the bears cried
Savagely the pain of the tribe
This reality was actually the worst
The of nature, I heard the earth scream
Dead - empty rivers and streams
Dead buffalos - too many killers and

Thank you! For takin my land and
Thank you! For my women, puttin me in a noose
you! For killin my seed
Givin me disease, then blamin me - you!

Thank you! For takin my land and
Thank you! For rapin my women, puttin me in a
you! For killin my seed
Givin me disease, and then blamin me - you!