Luyện nghe bài hát Land of the Gun

[James from Bowling for Columbine]
Them people, law enforcement, if you to call them that
were here and they were shaking in their shoes. They 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 shoot you. If the people out how they've been
ripped off, and enslaved, they revolt with the blood
in the sheets

Yo, to ride, the white crime, highway
all the guns, the funds will come my way
Whether we deliverin' grade
To the people in the pit of the
Or dabble in the hood 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 related to
many men lose their soul
To the price of the dice that
How can a light so bright make a man so
So another man's unfold
Can you really see the til it happens to you
Its so severe what the will do

no pickin' your position to beginning your life
Not every man want to by his kids and his wife
Too many lost kids in the
Hand on heat, grippin' it
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 like the wars that are often fought
As old as
Now his damn mind
Stand on the gunpowder
Ready to blow at any
I'm for the signs of the end
Of all-time, I figure its on time, my last thoughts the rhyme

Got me running the streets
reek of the dead, its more food to the wealthy
My on welfare, nobody givin' up healthcare
but heat, how you gonna tell me it ain't hell here?
George having a swell year
Swingin' the gat, to clap, anything on the map
You done seen they bring to Iraq
Now bring it back to the source, 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 death squads your children
Empty shell of a man rippin' in the air
Soldiers out there, but nobody cares
for the future but make note of the past
Or be to live it again and get blast
warfare kept outta the news
Replaced by a corporation's views
Cause this is where the are manufactured and sold
The land was stolen stripped of all of its gold
Old timers on the bed speakin' the wisdom
Immigrants by conservative Christians
Now we all got to die in the street
But the difference is of us die in a week
Than die in a year I made it clear
Where I stand when the is drawn
But now the line is
And nigga anything
The where the guns don't let anything grow
And the fuck you niggaz know about living in hell
You not like me you never lived in a cell
You never gambled with soul
Fuck the ice on hand, gun in your palm
But you got a life in your hand
Young man, just remember that a gram
Is a bloody game, throwin' mice in a fan
My words flow the rivers thats west of Iran
The fertile crescent moon, with the in the middle
I reveal the depth of history's scars I scribble
I you the world, and I ain't even charged you a little
The is crippled
The are dead and buried, but the message is simple
And its not written down in holy as a riddle

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