Luyện nghe bài hát Land of the Gun

[James Nichols from for Columbine]
people, law enforcement, if you want to call them that
were here and they were shaking in their shoes. They were
shaking, scared to death. Because 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 find out how they've been
ripped off, and enslaved, will revolt with the blood
running in the

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 like fly
and load in the range with rock the globe
Made any aim
Til the leadbelly control
In the hold of the paper fold
At one time was to gold
Made many men lose soul
To the of the dice that roll
How can a light so make a man so cold?
So another man's plans
Can you really see the truth til it to you
Its so what the hopeless will do

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

Got me through the streets
That reek of the dead, its more food to the
My niggaz on welfare, nobody givin' up
Nothing but heat, how you gonna tell me it ain't hell
George having a swell year
Swingin' the gat, ready to clap, 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!

is the place where the cops rush in the building
Paramilitary death squads your children
shell of a man rippin' shots in the air
Soldiers dying out there, but cares
Prepare for the future but 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 are manufactured and sold
The land that was stolen stripped of all of its
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 is gone
And nigga anything
The where the guns don't let anything grow
And what the fuck you niggaz know living in hell
You not built like me you never in a cell
You never gambled with soul
Fuck the ice on your hand, gun in your
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 flow like the rivers thats west of
The crescent moon, with the star in the middle
I reveal the depth of history's scars when I
I gave you the world, and I ain't even charged you a
The martyr is
The prophets are dead and buried, but the is simple
And its not written down in holy books as a

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