Luyện nghe bài hát In The Red

This is the hammer n piston, is a fist in this system,
if you think is a metaphor then you ain fuckin listenin,
this is a mantra, a rant, a chant, from a in dissent,
cause i ain't swallowin or followin these in-cant-
-ations of explitation, they keep ad-vo-catin',
based upon foundations, built upon sweatshop nation,
I say wear it down, tear it, take the wealth, share it round,
the workers there'd be, no society to be found,
the rich theivin but they'd have us believin' that it's fair,
that the lions share go to those who, no need for it'n,
r starvin while they're carvin brand names in their back,
n you wonder why i say, n attack, I'm not,
hell I'm a socialist, you know this by the words that I flow,
this ain't no joke & every word that I've spoken'll this
capitalism is a prison of greed, fuck they want.
I'm in what the whole world needs

X 2
we're the left, the red,
the noise , in ya head,
we're the voice, the poor,
sing, NO MORE,
is the sound,
of it all down,
of it all down........

see say,
start as u mean 2 go on, well
i mean 2 go on But till the wars won
theses no in the USA, IRAQ or Australia
in or china or, venezuela.
R u or rightist, blackest or whitest,
a a fighter, CIA Or al QUEDA.
Capitalist, socialist, feminist, pacifist,
more than a fist full o anarchists?,
out in the street, heat with the Molotovs,
till they send the dogs along, 2 our blocks off.
Passive resistance or insistence,
either way kids, i think they're listenin,
time to up the ante, in the and the shantys,
show the with the few it's with the many,
black brown white, united is the key,
ain no power like the power of the people,

X 4
we're the left, the red,
the noise , in ya head,
we're the voice, the poor,
sing, NO MORE,
is the sound,
of it all down,
of it all comin