Luyện nghe bài hát It's Alright, Ma

Darkness at the of noon
Shadows even the silver
The handmade blade, the child's
Eclipses both the sun and
To understand you too soon, there is no sense in trying

Pointed threats, they bluff with
Suicide are torn
From the fool's gold mouthpiece the horn
Plays wasted words to warn
That he not busy being is busy dying

Temptation's page flies out the
You follow, find at war
Watch of pity roar
You feel to but unlike before
You discover that you'd just be one more person

So don't fear if you
A foreign sound to ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm sighing

As some victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or
Can be seen in the eyes of that call
To make all that should be killed to
others say don't hate nothing at all, except hatred

Disillusioned words like bullets
As human gods aim for mark
Made from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored that glow in the dark
It's easy to see without looking too far that not much is sacred

Our preachers preach of evil
Teachers teach that knowledge
Can lead to hundred-dollar
Goodness hides its gates
But the President of the United States
must have to stand naked

An' all the of the road have been lodged
only people's games that you got to dodge
And it's alright, Ma, I can it

Advertising that con you
Into thinking the one
That can do what's been done
can win what's never been won
Meantime life goes on all around you

You yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got to fear
Alone you with nobody near
a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles sleeping ears to hear
That thinks they really found you

A question in nerves is lit
Yet you know is no answer fit
To satisfy you not to quit
To keep it in mind and not forget
it is not he or she or them or it that you belong to

Although the masters make the
For the wise men and the
I got nothing, Ma, to up to

For that must obey authority
That they do not in any degree
Who despise their jobs, destinies
Speak jealously of them are free
Do what do just to be
Nothing more than something invest in

While on principles baptized
To strict platform ties
Social clubs in disguise
they can freely criticize
Tell nothing who to idolize and say, "God bless him"

While one who sings with his tongue on
Gargles in the rat race
Bent out of from society's pliers
Cares not to up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole that in

But I mean no harm nor put
On anyone that lives in a
But it's alright, Ma, if I can't him

Old judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, dare
To push fake morals, and stare
While money doesn't talk, it
Obscenity, who really propaganda, all is phony

While them that defend what they see
With a killer's pride,
It blows the most bitterly
For them that think death's
Won't fall upon naturally
Life must get lonely

My eyes collide with stuffed graveyards
False goals, I scuff at which plays so rough
Walk inside handcuffs
Kick my to crash it off
Say, "Okay, I have had enough, what can you show me?"

And if my thought could be seen
probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, life, and life only