Luyện nghe bài hát Land of the Gun

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

Yo, to ride, the white crime, highway
all the guns, the funds will come my way
Whether we deliverin' high
To the people in the pit of the
Or in the hood like fly weights
Lock and in the range with rock the globe
Made any aim
Til the lost control
In the hold of the that fold
At one time was to gold
Made men lose their soul
To the price of the that roll
How can a light so bright make a man so
So another man's plans
Can you really see the truth til it to you
Its so severe the hopeless will do

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

Got me through the streets
reek of the dead, its more food to the wealthy
My niggaz on welfare, givin' up healthcare
but heat, how you gonna tell me it ain't hell here?
George Bush having a swell
Swingin' the gat, ready to clap, on the map
You done what they bring to Iraq
Now bring it back to the source, land of the force
Land of the gun, land of the gun, land of the gun, of the gun!

This is the place where the cops in the building
Paramilitary death squads murder children
shell of a man rippin' shots in the air
Soldiers dying out there, but cares
for the future but make note of the past
Or be condemned to live it and get blast
Class warfare kept outta the
by a corporation's political views
Cause is where the guns are manufactured and sold
The land that was stolen stripped of all of its
Old timers on the bed speakin' the wisdom
Immigrants by conservative Christians
Now we all got freedom to die in the
But the is more of us die in a week
Than they die in a I made it clear
I stand when the line is drawn
But now the is gone
And nigga goes
The land the guns don't let anything grow
And what the you niggaz know about living in hell
You not like me you never lived in a cell
You never gambled with your
the ice on your hand, gun in your palm
But you got a niggaz life in your
Young man, just remember that slicing a
Is a game, like throwin' mice in a fan
My words like the rivers thats west of Iran
The fertile crescent moon, with the star in the
I reveal the depth of history's 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 holy as a riddle

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