Luyện nghe bài hát District

Purge the
it hard
Time to up our own backyard.
People in the way
Are on the list of getting paid.
Not the common thug
those up above
Making laws and deciding how the run into the ground.
Now the is up to us
the crooked and corrupt.
Whose made fewer bloody
Chose the of two evils.
Soul turns to quick
love or discipline.
Poison for the
Is also in the spoon.
The rain is down
But the are dollar signs.
Pads the of the bent
And we pay the rent.
Someday a real is gonna come
Someday a real rain is come
Someday a real rain is come
Someday a real rain is come
And up the mess.
up
Feeling the dread
Locked up in our and in our heads
Intimidation keeps us prisoners at
A that's never felt anything stand up against it.
The sky will up this time.
We overlook a thing.
Criminal, Criminal, Criminal.
We wont a thing.
Criminal, Criminal, Criminal.
And wake up with our spirit
Purified, Purified,
Purified, Purified, Purified.
Someday a real is gonna come
Someday a real rain is come
a real rain is gonna come
Someday a real rain is come
And up the mess.
Free of the dread
In our and in our heads.
of the crooked ways
Woken with our spirit