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

There are four of blood in this topsoil
generations of love on this farm
Before I give up I gladly 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
it away 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 comrade was the best he dreamed he could be

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

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

are we making weapons for
Why keep on the war machine
We it right out of the mouths of our babies
Take it away from the 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 each other
What does it take for a to learn
If our song is not sung as a chorus, we 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 hands of the
Tell me, what are we making for

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

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