Luyện nghe bài hát Land of the Gun

[James Nichols from for Columbine]
Them people, law enforcement, if you want to call them
were here and they were shaking in their shoes. 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 shoot you. If the people find out how been
ripped off, and enslaved, they will revolt with the
in the sheets

Yo, Ticket to ride, the white crime,
Bring all the guns, the funds will my way
Whether we high grade
To the people in the pit of the
Or dabble in the hood like fly
Lock and load in the with rock the globe
any aim possible
Til the leadbelly control
In the hold of the paper fold
At one was related to gold
Made men lose their soul
To the price of the that roll
How can a light so bright a man so cold?
So another man's unfold
Can you see the truth til it happens to you
Its so severe the hopeless will do

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

Got me running through the
That reek of the dead, its more to the wealthy
My on welfare, nobody givin' up healthcare
Nothing but heat, how you gonna tell me it ain't here?
George Bush having a swell
the gat, ready to clap, anything on the map
You done what they bring to Iraq
Now it back to the source, land of the physical force
of the gun, land of the gun, land of the gun, land of the gun!

This is the place where the rush in the building
death squads murder your children
Empty shell of a man rippin' in the air
dying out there, but nobody cares
Prepare for the but make note of the past
Or be condemned to live it and get blast
Class warfare outta the news
Replaced by a corporation's political
Cause this is where the guns are manufactured and
The land that was stolen stripped of all of its
Old timers on the death bed the wisdom
Immigrants crucified by conservative
Now we all got freedom to die in the
But the difference is more of us die in a
Than die in a year I made it clear
Where I stand when the is drawn
But now the is gone
And anything goes
The where the guns don't let anything grow
And what the fuck you niggaz know about in hell
You not built like me you never 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
man, just remember that slicing a gram
Is a bloody game, throwin' mice in a fan
My words flow like the rivers thats west of
The fertile crescent moon, the star in the middle
I reveal the of history's scars when I scribble
I gave you the world, and I even charged you a little
The martyr is
The are dead and buried, but the message is simple
And its not written down in holy as a riddle

Now we running the streets, starvin'
On that warfare
My stuck in a guerilla warfare
children screamin' in tears
You actin' like the army ain't put here
Military havin' a swell year
a gat while lying in heaven
Living off a blank after 9/11
But I'm have the brought back to the source
Fight for my land with physical
through music, the subliminal course
I a tech and a clip, fuck a jag and a Porsche
Land of the gun, land of the gun, land of the gun, of the gun