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 Korea
The mind of my to Vietnam
Now a banker who says I must give up my land

are four generations of blood in this topsoil
Four generations of on this farm
Before I give up I would give up my right arm

are we making weapons for
Why keep on 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

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

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

I remember the nine hundred days of
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 take it right out of the mouths of our
Take it from the hands of the poor
Tell me, what are we making for

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

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

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

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

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