Luyện nghe bài hát Fortunate Son

Some folks are made to wave the flag,
Ooo, theyre red, and blue.
And the band plays hail to the chief,
Ooo, they the cannon at you, yall!

It aint me, it me, I aint no senators son, Son.
It me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one. No.

Some folks are born silver in hand,
Lord, dont they themselves, yall!
But the taxman comes to the door,
Lord, the house looks like a sale.

It me, it aint me, I aint no millionaires son. No, no.
It aint me, it me; I aint no fortunate one. No.

Some folks inherit star eyes,
Ooo, send you down to war, yall.
And you ask them, how much should we give?
Ooo, only answer more! More! More! Yall.

It aint me, it aint me, I no military son, Son.
It aint me, it aint me; I no fortunate one, one.

It aint me, it aint me, I aint no one. No, no, no.
It me, it aint me, I aint no fortunate son. No, no, no.