Luyện nghe bài hát Land of the Gun

[James from Bowling for Columbine]
Them people, law enforcement, if you want to call them
were here and they were shaking in their shoes. were physically
shaking, scared to death. Because certain people, said I'm a
I'm a wild man, I got a gun under arm, if you say anything
I'll you. If the people find out how they've been
ripped off, and enslaved, they will revolt the blood
in the sheets

Yo, to ride, the white crime, highway
Bring all the guns, the funds will 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 the globe
Made any aim
Til the lost control
In the of the paper that 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 man's unfold
Can you see the truth til it happens to you
Its so severe what the will do

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

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

is the place where the cops rush in the building
Paramilitary death squads murder children
Empty of a man rippin' shots in the air
Soldiers dying out there, but nobody
Prepare for the future but note of the past
Or be condemned to live it and get blast
Class warfare outta the news
Replaced by a political views
Cause this is where the guns are and sold
The land that was stolen stripped of all of its
Old on the death bed speakin' the wisdom
Immigrants crucified by conservative
Now we all got to die in the street
But the difference is more of us die in a
Than they die in a I made it clear
Where I stand when the line is
But now the line is
And nigga anything
The land where the guns don't let anything
And what the fuck you niggaz about living in hell
You not built like me you never lived in a
You never gambled your soul
Fuck the ice on your hand, gun in your
But you got a niggaz life in hand
Young man, just remember that slicing a
Is a bloody game, like mice in a fan
My words flow like the rivers west of Iran
The fertile crescent moon, with the star in the
I reveal the of history's scars when I scribble
I gave you the world, and I even charged you a little
The is crippled
The prophets are dead and buried, but the message is
And its not written down in books as a riddle

Now we running through the streets,
On that guerilla
My people in a guerilla warfare
Innocent children in tears
You actin' like the ain't put hell here
Military industry havin' a year
Swinging a gat while in heaven
off a blank check after 9/11
But I'm have the truth back to the source
for my land with physical force
Speak music, the subliminal course
I need a tech and a clip, fuck a jag and a
Land of the gun, land of the gun, of the gun, land of the gun