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?
Every last person, so they claim, is and all that, although
really don't treat us the same,
And what they say isn't so.
Here a prisoner in school as autocratic faculty
Will advantage of rule
And and mold humanity.
And when there a way out, you think of
The psychic scars cause.
Could we do, we people, stupid laws?
And thought 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 died in '45, and they say he is surely gone,
is well alive, and propaganda still lives on.
I'm sure that we could have a harmonic local neighborhood;
But where you live, either poor
Or they're too for their own good.
Now, thousands way down on the are still unsheltered in the

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