Luyện nghe bài hát Land of the Gun

[James Nichols Bowling for Columbine]
people, law enforcement, if you want to call them that
were here and they were shaking in their shoes. They were
shaking, scared to death. Because people, said I'm a radical
I'm a man, I got a gun under every arm, if you say anything
I'll shoot you. If the find out how they've been
off, and enslaved, they will revolt with the blood
running in the

Yo, Ticket to ride, the white crime,
Bring all the guns, the will come my way
Whether we deliverin' grade
To the people in the pit of the
Or dabble in the like fly weights
Lock and load in the range with rock the
any aim possible
Til the leadbelly control
In the hold of the paper fold
At one was related to gold
Made many men lose their
To the price of the dice roll
How can a light so bright make a man so
So another plans unfold
Can you really see the truth til it to you
Its so severe what the hopeless do

no pickin' your position to beginning your life
Not every man want to by his kids and his wife
Too lost kids in the night
on heat, grippin' it tight
Any man want could get it right
Followed by enough to put a permanent end
To the of men
Class session, too many the blast the last
Often taught the wars that are often fought
As old as
Now outta his damn
Stand on the gunpowder
Ready to blow at any
I'm checking for the of the end
Of all-time, I figure its on time, my thoughts forming the rhyme

Got me through the streets
That reek of the dead, its food to the wealthy
My niggaz on welfare, nobody givin' up
Nothing but heat, how you tell me it ain't hell here?
George Bush a swell year
Swingin' the gat, ready to clap, on the map
You done seen they bring to Iraq
Now bring it back to the source, of the physical force
Land of the gun, land of the gun, of the gun, land of the gun!

is the place where the cops rush in the building
Paramilitary death murder your children
Empty shell of a man shots in the air
Soldiers dying out there, but cares
Prepare for the future but note of the past
Or be condemned to it again and get blast
warfare kept outta the news
Replaced by a political views
this is where the guns are manufactured and sold
The that was stolen stripped of all of its gold
Old timers on the death bed the wisdom
Immigrants crucified by Christians
Now we all got to die in the street
But the difference is more of us die in a
they die in a year I made it clear
Where I stand when the line is
But now the line is
And nigga goes
The land the guns don't let anything grow
And what the fuck you niggaz know living in hell
You not built like me you lived in a cell
You gambled with your soul
Fuck the ice on hand, gun in your palm
But you got a niggaz in your hand
Young man, remember that slicing a gram
Is a game, like throwin' mice in a fan
My words flow like the thats west of Iran
The crescent moon, with the star in the middle
I reveal the of history's scars when I scribble
I gave you the world, and I ain't even you a little
The martyr is
The prophets are dead and buried, but the message is
And its not written down in books as a riddle

Now we running the streets, starvin'
On that warfare
My stuck in a guerilla warfare
Innocent children in tears
You actin' like the army put hell here
Military industry a swell year
Swinging a gat while in heaven
off a blank check after 9/11
But I'm have the brought back to the source
for my land with physical force
Speak music, the subliminal course
I need a tech and a clip, a jag and a Porsche
Land of the gun, land of the gun, of the gun, land of the gun