Luyện nghe bài hát Memory of The Dead

Wealthy
With the hands of executioners

Executive
Determined to
What 1 women, children, and men

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

Enough! enough!
No!
I see my own blood flow
Before you my land...or my liberty