Luyện nghe bài hát Let Us Begin

I am the son of a grassland
Western 1943
I always felt grateful to in the land of the free

I gave up my father to South
The mind of my brother to
Now there's a banker who says I must up my land

There are generations of blood in this topsoil
Four generations of love on this
Before I give up I gladly give up my right arm

What are we weapons for
Why keep on the war machine
We take it out of the mouths of our babies
Take it away the hands of the poor
Tell me, what are we weapons for

I had a son and my son was a
He was so like my father, he was so like me
To be a good comrade was the best that he he could be

He gave up his to revolution
His life to a that just can't be won
For is not living, to live at the point of a gun

I remember the hundred days of Leningrad
The of the dying, the cut of the cold
I remember the moments I I would never grow old

What are we making for
Why on feeding the war machine
We it right out of the mouths of our babies
Take it from the hands of the poor
Tell me, what are we making for

For the first in my life I feel like a prisoner
A slave to the ways of the that be
And I for my children, as I fear for the for the future I see

me how can it be we're still fighting each other
What it take for a people to learn
If our song is not as a chorus, we surely will burn

What are we making for
Why keep on feeding the war
We take it out of the mouths of our babies
Take it away from the of the poor
Tell me, are we making weapons for

Have we forgotten all the lives that given
All the vows that were taken saying again
Now for the first this could be the last time
If peace is our let us begin

Have we forgotten all the lives were given
All the that were taken saying never again, never again
Now for the first time this could be the last
If is our vision, let us begin, let us begin