Luyện nghe bài hát Demoncrats

I am not he, nor master, nor
No crown to wear, no to bear in stations
I am not he, nor be, warlord of nations
These heroes have run me, now dead upon the flesh piles, see?
Waiting for their resurrection, there is none
Nothing but the marker, or cross
In upon these graves
of the ribbon was all it took
Where only the strap would leave it's mark upon these
What to thrust into this flesh, rag, bandage,
Mop in their death
Taken aside, they were a way, for god, queen and country
Now in they lie
They ran before masters, children of sorrow
As slaves to that trilogy they had no
They in democracy, freedom of speech
Yet dead on the flesh piles I hear no
I hear no hope, no of faith
From those who died for some others' privilege
Out from your palaces, and queens
Out from churches, you clergy, you christs
neither live nor die for your dreams
I'll make no subscription to paradise