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 shoes. They were physically
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 revolt with the
in the sheets

Yo, to ride, the white crime, highway
Bring all the guns, the funds come my way
Whether we deliverin' grade
To the people in the pit of the
Or dabble in the hood like fly
Lock and load in the range with rock the
Made any aim
Til the leadbelly lost
In the of the paper that fold
At one time was related to
Made many men their soul
To the price of the dice that
How can a light so bright 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 your position to beginning your life
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 could get it right
Followed by flame to put a permanent end
To the of men
Class session, too many the blast the last
Often like the wars that are often fought
As old as
Now outta his mind
Stand on the gunpowder
Ready to 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 through the
That reek of the dead, its food to the wealthy
My on welfare, nobody givin' up healthcare
Nothing but heat, how you tell me it ain't hell here?
George Bush having a swell
Swingin' the gat, to clap, anything on the map
You seen what they bring to Iraq
Now bring it to the source, land of the physical force
Land of the gun, land of the gun, of the gun, land of the gun!

This is the where the cops rush in the building
Paramilitary death squads murder children
Empty shell of a man rippin' in the air
Soldiers dying out there, but cares
Prepare for the but make note of the past
Or be condemned to live it again and get
Class kept outta the news
Replaced by a corporation's political
Cause is where the guns are manufactured and sold
The land that was stripped of all of its gold
Old on the death bed speakin' the wisdom
crucified by conservative Christians
Now we all got freedom to die in the
But the difference is more of us die in a
they die in a year I made it clear
Where I stand the line is drawn
But now the is gone
And anything goes
The land where the guns don't let anything
And what the you niggaz know 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 your
Young man, just that slicing a gram
Is a bloody game, throwin' mice in a fan
My words flow like the rivers thats of Iran
The crescent moon, with the star in the middle
I reveal the depth of history's scars when I
I you the world, and I ain't even charged you a little
The is crippled
The prophets are 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 guerilla
My people in a guerilla warfare
Innocent children screamin' in
You actin' like the army put hell here
Military havin' a swell year
a gat while lying in heaven
Living off a check after 9/11
But I'm have the truth brought to the source
Fight for my land physical force
Speak through music, the course
I need a tech and a clip, a jag and a Porsche
Land of the gun, land of the gun, land of the gun, of the gun