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, a voice in dissent,
cause i ain't or followin these hollow in-cant-
-ations of explitation, that keep ad-vo-catin',
based upon false foundations, built sweatshop nation,
I say don't wear it down, tear it, take the wealth, it round,
without the there'd be, no society to be found,
the rich keep theivin but they'd have us believin' that fair,
the lions share go to those who, have no need for it'n,
babies r starvin they're carvin brand names in their back,
n you wonder why i say, n attack, I'm not,
hell yeah I'm a socialist, you know this by the words I flow,
this ain't no joke & every word that I've show this
capitalism is a prison of greed, fuck they want.
I'm interested in the whole world needs

X 2
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 down........

see say,
Just start as u mean 2 go on,
i don't 2 go on But till the wars won
theses no justice in the USA, IRAQ or
in or china or, venezuela.
R u or rightist, blackest or whitest,
a a fighter, CIA Or al QUEDA.
Capitalist, socialist, feminist, pacifist,
more hardcore than a full o anarchists?,
out in the street, bringing heat the Molotovs,
till they send the dogs along, 2 knock our off.
Passive or violent 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 down