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,
They really don't us the same,
And what they say isn't so.
Here a prisoner in school as autocratic faculty
advantage of their rule
And and mold humanity.
And there isn't a way out, you think of
The scars they'll cause.
we do, we people, without stupid 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 well alive, and propaganda lives on.
I'm sure that we could a more harmonic local neighborhood;
But where you live, it's poor
Or they're too rich for own good.
Now, thousands way 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 teens tody 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,
They us this land
Brings all and democracy,
I it's all hypocrisy,
And so I to stand!
Traditional sex roles and getting now
Are all that discuss,
And have share of progeny,
And yet I believe
Would be much better for us, for us, better for us . . .
it on!
it on!
it on!
Hold it on them!