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 last person, so they claim, is equal and all that,
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 rule
And squash and humanity.
And when there isn't a way out, you of
The scars they'll cause.
Could we do, we people, without laws?
And superficial 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 died in '45, and they say he is surely 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 too rich for their own good.
Now, thousands way down on the street are unsheltered in the

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