Luyện nghe bài hát Let Us Begin

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

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

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

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

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

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

I remember the nine days of Leningrad
The sound of the dying, the cut of the
I the moments I prayed I would never grow old

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 weapons for

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

Tell me how can it be still fighting each other
What does it for a people to learn
If our is not sung as a chorus, we surely will burn

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

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

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