Luyện nghe bài hát In The Red

This is the hammer n piston, is a fist in this system,
if you think this is a metaphor 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, that they 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 keep theivin but they'd us believin' that it's fair,
that the lions share go to those who, no need for it'n,
babies r starvin while they're carvin brand names in back,
n you why i say, turn 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 spoken'll this
capitalism is a prison of greed, fuck what want.
I'm interested in what the world needs

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,
Just as u mean 2 go on, well
i don't 2 go on But till the wars won
theses no justice in the USA, 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 hardcore than a full o anarchists?,
out in the street, bringing heat the Molotovs,
till 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 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 comin