Luyện nghe bài hát I Would Very Much Like to See What Happened in Oka in 1990 Happen Everywhere

The best thing I saw on tv
Was that s.q. (securite quebec) cop a bullet with his teeth.
Condolence, mme. canadiana, but your husband was a (stuck) pig.
But song's not about some romantic account of history.
It's not about martyrs or mythos or or burnings-in-effigy.
It's about a kid flipping her lid
Just trying to keep self-respect intact.
It's about an oka the size of a in resistance
And a to fight back...
And the girls at work, still deny their racism.
They tolerance for all.
But it seems the of (only) racial slurs
Is their (and it defines tolerance as hate).
And 27 million "girls-at-work" here.
Imagine fighting for 500 years.
And golly-gee! how valient!
How the oppressor makes allowance
For calculated gestures of
(all tethered to their purses/purpose).
Oka had orchestra(tion) aborted.
Oka fucked their rules to choose a self-determined
And i, for one, it...
...and the smartest I think I ever said:
"if a kevin kavalry is your means to their end,
the struggle is dead".
Why do we pretend that our approval is upon they depend?