Luyện nghe bài hát In The Red

This is the n piston, this is a fist in this system,
if you think this is a metaphor you ain fuckin listenin,
is a mantra, a rant, a chant, from a voice in dissent,
cause i ain't swallowin or these hollow in-cant-
-ations of explitation, they keep ad-vo-catin',
based false foundations, built upon sweatshop nation,
I say don't wear it down, tear it, take the wealth, it round,
without the workers be, no society to be found,
the rich keep theivin but have us believin' that it's fair,
that the lions share go to who, have no need for it'n,
babies r starvin while 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 that I flow,
this ain't no joke & every that I've spoken'll show this
is a prison of greed, fuck what they want.
I'm in what 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 as u mean 2 go on, well
i don't mean 2 go on But till the won
theses no justice in the USA, IRAQ or
in or china or, venezuela.
R u leftist or rightist, 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 knock our off.
resistance or violent insistence,
either way kids, i think they're listenin,
to up the ante, in the cities and the shantys,
show the balance-of-power-ain the few it's with the many,
brown white, united is the key, till
there ain no power like the 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 down