Luyện nghe bài hát Let Us Begin

I am the son of a farmer
Western 1943
I always felt grateful to live in the land of the

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

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

What are we making for
Why keep on feeding the war
We take it right out of the mouths of our
Take it away from the of the poor
Tell me, are we making 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 future to
His life to a battle that can't be won
For is not living, to live 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 prayed I never grow old

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

For the first in my life I feel like a prisoner
A slave to the ways of the powers 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 on feeding the war machine
We take it right out of the of our babies
Take it away the hands of the poor
Tell me, what are we making for

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

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