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. They physically
shaking, scared to death. Because people, said I'm a radical
I'm a wild man, I got a gun under every arm, if you say
I'll you. If the people find out how they've been
ripped off, and enslaved, they will revolt the blood
in the sheets

Yo, Ticket to ride, the white crime,
all the guns, the funds will come my way
Whether we high grade
To the in the pit of the tri-state
Or dabble in the hood fly weights
and load in the range with rock the globe
Made any aim
Til the leadbelly control
In the hold of the that fold
At one time was related to
many men lose their soul
To the price of the that roll
How can a so bright make a man so cold?
So man's plans unfold
Can you really see the truth til it to you
Its so what the hopeless will do

Ain't no your position to beginning your life
Not every man want to stand by his and his wife
Too many lost kids in the
Hand on heat, grippin' it
Any man beef could get it right
Followed by flame to put a permanent end
To the of men
Class session, too many the blast the lesson
Often taught like the wars that are often
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 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 tell me it ain't hell here?
Bush having a swell year
Swingin' the gat, ready to clap, on the map
You done seen 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 place where the cops rush in the
Paramilitary death squads murder your
Empty shell of a man shots in the air
Soldiers out there, but nobody cares
Prepare for the future but note of the past
Or be to live it again and get blast
warfare kept outta the news
Replaced by a corporation's political
Cause this is the guns are manufactured and sold
The land that was stolen stripped of all of its
Old timers on the death bed speakin' the
Immigrants by conservative Christians
Now we all got freedom to die in the
But the difference is of us die in a week
Than they die in a year I it clear
I stand when the line is drawn
But now the is gone
And anything goes
The land where the guns let anything grow
And what the fuck you niggaz know about living in
You not like me you never lived in a cell
You never gambled with your
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, like throwin' in a fan
My words like the rivers thats west of Iran
The fertile crescent moon, with the star in the
I reveal the of history's scars when I scribble
I gave you the world, and I ain't charged you a little
The is crippled
The are dead and buried, but the message is simple
And its not down in holy books as a riddle

Now we through the streets, starvin'
On that warfare
My stuck in a guerilla warfare
Innocent children in tears
You actin' like the army put hell here
Military industry a swell year
Swinging a gat lying in heaven
off a blank check after 9/11
But I'm have the brought back to the source
for my land with physical force
Speak through music, the course
I need a and a clip, fuck a jag and a Porsche
Land of the gun, land of the gun, of the gun, land of the gun