Luyện nghe bài hát Hold It On

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

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