Luyện nghe bài hát Land of the Gun

[James from Bowling for Columbine]
Them people, law enforcement, if you want to them that
here and they were shaking in their shoes. They were physically
shaking, scared to death. certain 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 people find out how they've
off, and enslaved, they will revolt with the blood
running in the

Yo, to ride, the white crime, highway
Bring all the guns, the funds come my way
we deliverin' high grade
To the in the pit of the tri-state
Or dabble in the hood like fly
Lock and load in the range with the globe
Made any aim
Til the leadbelly lost
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 make a man so cold?
So another plans unfold
Can you really see the truth til it to you
Its so what the hopeless will do

Ain't no pickin' your position to beginning your
Not every man want to stand by his kids and his
Too many lost in the night
Hand on heat, it tight
Any man want beef could get it
Followed by flame to put a permanent end
To the of men
Class session, too many the blast the last
Often taught like the wars are often fought
As old as
Now outta his damn
Stand on the landmine
to blow at any second
I'm for the signs of the end
Of all-time, I figure its on time, my last thoughts forming the

Got me running the streets
That of the dead, its more food to the wealthy
My niggaz on welfare, nobody up healthcare
Nothing but heat, how you gonna tell me it hell here?
George Bush having a year
Swingin' the gat, ready to clap, on the map
You done seen what they bring to
Now bring it back to the source, land of the force
of the gun, land of the gun, land of the gun, land of the gun!

This is the place where the cops in the building
Paramilitary death murder your children
Empty of a man rippin' shots in the air
Soldiers out there, but nobody cares
for the future but make note of the past
Or be condemned to live it and get blast
Class kept outta the news
Replaced by a corporation's views
this is where the guns are manufactured and sold
The land was stolen stripped of all of its gold
Old timers on the death bed the wisdom
Immigrants by conservative Christians
Now we all got freedom to die in the
But the difference is of us die in a week
Than they die in a I made it clear
Where I stand the line is drawn
But now the line is
And anything 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 never with your soul
Fuck the ice on your hand, gun in your
But you got a niggaz life in your
Young man, just remember that a gram
Is a bloody game, like mice in a fan
My words flow like the thats west of Iran
The fertile crescent moon, the star in the middle
I the depth of history's scars when I scribble
I gave you the world, and I even charged you a little
The is crippled
The are dead and buried, but the message is simple
And its not written in holy books as a riddle

Now we running through the streets,
On that warfare
My stuck in a guerilla warfare
Innocent children screamin' in
You like the army ain't put hell here
Military havin' a swell year
Swinging a gat while lying in
Living off a blank check after
But I'm have the truth brought to the source
Fight for my land with physical
Speak through music, the course
I need a and a clip, fuck a jag and a Porsche
Land of the gun, land of the gun, of the gun, land of the gun