Luyện nghe bài hát In The Red

This is the hammer n piston, this is a fist in system,
if you think this is a metaphor then you ain listenin,
this is a mantra, a rant, a chant, from a in dissent,
i ain't swallowin or followin these hollow in-cant-
-ations of explitation, that keep ad-vo-catin',
based false foundations, built upon sweatshop nation,
I say don't it down, tear it, take the wealth, share it round,
without the workers there'd be, no to be found,
the rich keep theivin but they'd have us that it's fair,
that the lions share go to those who, no need for it'n,
babies r starvin while they're brand names in their back,
n you why i say, turn n attack, I'm not,
hell yeah I'm a socialist, you know this by the that I flow,
this ain't no joke & every word that spoken'll show this
capitalism is a prison of greed, what they want.
I'm interested in what the whole world

X 2
we're the left, the red,
we're the , 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 don't 2 go on But till the wars won
theses no in the USA, IRAQ or Australia
in or china or, venezuela.
R u leftist or rightist, or whitest,
a a fighter, CIA Or al QUEDA.
Capitalist, socialist, feminist, pacifist,
more hardcore a fist full o anarchists?,
out in the street, heat with the Molotovs,
they send the dogs along, 2 knock our blocks off.
Passive resistance or insistence,
way kids, i dont 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, is the key, till
there ain no power like the of the people,

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