Luyện nghe bài hát Land of the Gun

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

Yo, to ride, the white crime, highway
Bring all the guns, the funds come my way
Whether we deliverin' high
To the people in the pit of the
Or dabble in the hood fly weights
Lock and load in the with rock the globe
any aim possible
Til the leadbelly control
In the hold of the paper that
At one was related to gold
many men lose their soul
To the of the dice that 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 hopeless do

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

Got me running through the
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 ain't here?
George Bush a swell year
Swingin' the gat, to clap, anything on the map
You done what they bring to Iraq
Now it back 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 rush in the building
Paramilitary squads murder your children
shell of a man rippin' shots in the air
Soldiers out there, but nobody cares
Prepare for the but make note of the past
Or be condemned to it again and get blast
Class warfare outta the news
Replaced by a corporation's views
this is where the guns are manufactured and sold
The land that was stripped of all of its gold
Old timers on the bed speakin' the wisdom
Immigrants crucified by Christians
Now we all got freedom to die in the
But the difference is of us die in a week
Than die in a year I made it clear
Where I stand the line is drawn
But now the line is
And anything goes
The land where the don't let anything grow
And what the fuck you niggaz know about in hell
You not built like me you never lived in a
You never gambled your soul
the ice on your hand, gun in your palm
But you got a niggaz life in hand
Young man, just remember slicing a gram
Is a game, like throwin' mice in a fan
My words flow like the rivers thats west of
The crescent moon, with the star in the middle
I reveal the of history's scars when I scribble
I you the world, and I ain't even charged you a little
The martyr is
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 stuck in a guerilla
Innocent children in tears
You like the army ain't put hell here
industry havin' a swell year
Swinging a gat lying in heaven
Living off a blank check after
But I'm have the truth brought back to the
for my land with physical force
Speak through music, the subliminal
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