Luyện nghe bài hát Hold It On

(Music by Jenkins-Stark)
They say all of us are free,
And that our is the best;
If that so, how could be be a people so terribly oppressed?
last person, so they claim, is equal and all that, although
They don't treat us the same,
And what say just isn't so.
Here you're a prisoner in as autocratic faculty
advantage of their rule
And squash and humanity.
And when isn't a way out, you think of
The psychic scars cause.
Could we do, we people, without laws?
And thought abounds,
Everywhere you go seethes,
You think about it, and ever human ever breathes . . .
it on!
it on!
it on!
Hold it on them!
it on!
it on!
Though Hitler died in '45, and they say he is gone,
Dictatorship is well alive, and propaganda lives on.
I'm sure that we have a more harmonic local neighborhood;
But where you live, it's either
Or they're too for their own good.
Now, thousands way on the street are still unsheltered in the

They need offerings to eat,
And nights sleeping in the drain.;
Perhaps our country works for some, who all are rich, and White,
Now, are we overcome by parties on the Right?
Our teens tody commit no crime when they protest to world peace;
Yet they end up of the time a casualty of the police.
America is something they advertise,
They promise us land
all freedom and democracy,
I it's all hypocrisy,
And so I to stand!
sex roles and getting married now
Are all that discuss,
And have your of progeny,
And yet I believe
Would be much better for us, better for us, for us . . .
it on!
it on!
it on!
Hold it on them!