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 certain people, said I'm a
I'm a wild man, I got a gun every arm, if you say anything
I'll you. If the people find out how they've been
ripped off, and enslaved, they will with the blood
running in the

Yo, to ride, the white crime, highway
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 rock the globe
Made any aim
Til the leadbelly lost
In the hold of the paper that
At one time was to gold
many men lose their soul
To the price of the dice roll
How can a so bright make a man so cold?
So man's plans unfold
Can you see the truth til it happens to you
Its so severe what the hopeless do

Ain't no pickin' your position to your life
Not every man want to stand by his and his wife
Too many lost in the night
Hand on heat, it tight
Any man want beef get it right
Followed by enough to put a permanent 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 landmine
to blow at any second
I'm checking for the of the end
Of all-time, I figure its on time, my last thoughts the rhyme

Got me running the streets
That reek of the dead, its food to the wealthy
My niggaz on welfare, nobody givin' up
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 seen what they bring to
Now bring it to the source, land of the physical 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
Prepare for the but make note of the past
Or be condemned to live it and get blast
Class warfare kept the news
by a corporation's political views
Cause this is the guns are manufactured and sold
The that was stolen stripped of all of its gold
Old timers on the death bed the wisdom
crucified by conservative Christians
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 anything goes
The land where the guns don't let anything
And what the fuck you niggaz know living in hell
You not built like me you never in a cell
You never gambled your soul
Fuck the ice on hand, gun in your palm
But you got a niggaz in your hand
Young man, just remember that slicing a
Is a bloody game, throwin' mice in a fan
My words flow the rivers thats west of Iran
The fertile crescent moon, with the star in the
I reveal the depth of history's scars I scribble
I gave you the world, and I ain't charged you a little
The martyr is
The prophets are and buried, but the message is simple
And its not down in holy books as a riddle

Now we through the streets, starvin'
On guerilla warfare
My people in a guerilla warfare
children screamin' in tears
You actin' like the army put hell here
industry havin' a swell year
Swinging a gat while in heaven
Living off a check after 9/11
But I'm have the truth brought to the source
Fight for my land with physical
Speak music, the subliminal course
I need a tech and a clip, fuck a jag and a
Land of the gun, of the gun, land of the gun, land of the gun