Luyện nghe bài hát Inkstains

Bring that in sound the drums,
The single finger in the air a thousand thumbs,
Hitchhiking out of here on the back of a
My message is the snare out the pounding toms;

I'm not the same you've heard before;
My heart is the on the first and fourth;
Hip-hop dead this is urban law;
We'll drag horse to water and make it thirst for more;

Turn that to a stream and that stream to a geyser;
Our are the fire that'll burst it forth
dance on the soap box the curb has formed;
Music is our white on an earth at war;

Discontent is the where these words are formed;
The fuel on the that you burnt this for;
This goes out to those who've heard the call;
If the law serves the rich then serve the poor;

face in this crowd has an ear for the sound,
And an eye on our way, way,
Every fist in the air, waving it like they
That our people are weighed, down;

at the stage, who can catch my gaze,
Just to tell me that they're weighed, down;
By minute of the day that we day that we waste;
Not our ways,

that beat out, settle the groove in;
I'll do I gotta do to get you to tune in;
My inner child's off cutting sick on the mood
But playground tactics are the I do this;

it sick that we hide from the truth,
Till advice on a loop makes us look past the movie
All films about aliens and space ships,
amaze kids, who forget that their the future's bleak;

Alright, yeah kind of on a losing streak,
But won't forget a for a few defeats; at least;
Racism isn't what it used to be;
The man can barely draw that gap between blue and green;

And though I do we aren't truly free;
We are still who we to be;
We are when we move to a beat;
So they ask why, I'll tell them I choose to speak;

Every face in this has an ear for the sound,
And an eye on our way, way,
Every fist in the air, waving it they cared;
That our are weighed, weighed down;

Everybody at the who can catch my gaze,
Just to tell me that they're weighed, weighed
By every minute of the day that we day that we
Not our ways,

For every head I with the lyrics I take down;
Or women I've loved who break down;
For all my and friends, I hope we stand to the end;
I can't edit a word it's too now;

For face in the crowd, that I make proud,
Cause all taken hits but won't stay down;
I never say I'm great, but I'm grateful,
I don't believe that a king would ever wear that fake crown;

Every face in this has an ear for the sound,
And an eye on our way, way,
Every fist in the air, waving it like they
That our people are weighed, weighed

at the stage, who can catch my gaze,
Just to tell me that they're weighed, down;
By every minute of the day that we day we waste;
Not our ways,