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 that were so, how could be be a people so oppressed?
Every person, so they claim, is equal and all that, although
really don't treat us the same,
And what say just isn't so.
Here you're a prisoner in school as autocratic
Will advantage of their
And squash and humanity.
And when there a way out, you think of
The psychic scars cause.
Could we do, we people, without laws?
And superficial abounds,
you go hate seethes,
You think it, and ever human that 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 alive, and propaganda still lives on.
I'm sure that we could have a more harmonic local
But where you live, it's either
Or too rich for their own good.
Now, way down on the street are still unsheltered in the

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