Luyện nghe bài hát Hold It On

(Music by Jenkins-Stark)
say that all of us are free,
And that our nation is the
If that were so, how could be be a people so terribly
Every last person, so they claim, is equal and all that,
They really don't us the same,
And what they say just so.
Here you're a prisoner in school as autocratic
Will advantage of their
And and mold humanity.
And there 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 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,
Dictatorship is alive, and propaganda still lives on.
I'm sure that we could a more harmonic local neighborhood;
But where you live, it's poor
Or they're too for their own good.
Now, thousands way on the street 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 parties on the
Our teens tody commit no crime when they protest to gain peace;
Yet they end up most of the a casualty of the police.
America is that they advertise,
They promise us land
Brings all and democracy,
I it's 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
Would be better for us, better for us, better for us . . .
it on!
it on!
it on!
Hold it on them!