Luyện nghe bài hát Memory of The Dead

Wealthy
With the cold hands of

Executive
to destroy
What 1 women, children, and men

Died, in the rage of battle.
Mothers, naked
Infants clutching necks
Running
Tripping the bodies of their sons
Teeth
Swinging
blood and mud, and screaming:
Land, and liberty!
erased.
Buried and
Along with the memory of the
Along the ejido.
With the smooth of a pen
And the ghost of nixon present in their eyes
smiled.
And the omnipitence
Of the free
The profits of
Extending the scurge of and pizarro
The freedom to buy things you can never
The freedom for indians to buy corn once flourished overgrown in their backyards
The freedom to die of disease
The freedom to watch children's stomachs swell and burst
The freedom to and die
Without
Or
But ramona, with eyes of
Peering through her blood and drenched mask
Darding,
Changing with the swiftness of a bird
the shanty's of the canyon
With every coyote, every insect, every phylum of
Urging her, her forward.
The and branches of the forest
for miles, clearing her path
The voices and of the dead beneathe her feet
Echo in the deepest chasm of her
her, toward the city
History surging through her
Pulsing her fingers
Hurling her, towards the
She her trigger
And the words of fulfil her being
And with shot she fires, she affirms her movement

Enough! enough!
No!
I will see my own blood
Before you take my land...or my