Luyện nghe bài hát Gringos Son Puercos Feos

Stamping out the acient cultures to a new disease
sailing on a dollar sign across the seven
the is white, blue ; red
the locust's flight to the dead
a buzzing plague to cage the
the spreading web holocost
the third world's in sweaty hands
you bleed 'em dry ; rape their
you loan 'em cash to their soils
white bureaucrats the spoils

Swirling red ; blue lights flash the housing walls
my back against the lockless doors of bathroom stalls
sifting through a puzzled life until the pieces
wading through hate, the lies, the sick

(I'm) spittin'at the flag you
(I'm) pityin'the life the life you
the propaganda
to stuff your head with hateful
; violence really keeps the
all across the east
with diligence we the soil
and out their prcious oil

All patriotic lies oft sicken me to wake
how much shit & disrespect are we to take
while you amongst the bleachers "U.S.A. is #1"
we'll cheer the empire crumbling to rot beneath the sun

We have to be the team
a dying dream
; is classified
to our terror justified
we have to keep our engines
so what if blood is spilled
I'm to the reality
if the media lies, news to me

This is what you're of when you have your little flag
a nation brutalizing a wetted paper bag

And all the worlds a
we're locked upon the

(In a)Capitalist
threatend by autonomy
their must belong to us
in cash ; & god we trust
(it's) just policy
to cripple their
bury in endless debt
to the ; the I.M.F.
(so)I'm burnin' up the flag you
I'm on your fuckin' grave
sellin' devastating death
you're suckin' souls ; robin'
& greed's a blasphemy
you're profitin' misery
where all this madness end
when the money ; cities rend

(The Rain)
A golden sunset in night
it melts the skin & blinds the
a fungal of blackened ash
the rain floods to spark the rash
your mind the sickness bores
while underground they the doors
you glide abysmal deep
escape, escape, to