Luyện nghe bài hát Memory of The Dead

Wealthy
With the hands of executioners

Executive
Determined to
What 1 women, children, and men

Died, drowning in the of battle.
Mothers, half
Infants thier necks
Running
Tripping over the of their sons
Teeth
machete
Spitting blood and mud, and
Land, and liberty!
erased.
Buried and
Along the memory of the dead
with the ejido.
With the stroke of a pen
And with the ghost of nixon present in eyes
smiled.
And pronounced the
Of the free
The profits of
Extending the of columbus and pizarro
The freedom to buy you can never afford
The for indians to buy corn that once flourished overgrown in their backyards
The freedom to die of disease
The freedom to watch their children's stomachs and burst
The freedom to and die
land
Or
But ramona, with of obsidian
through her blood and sweat drenched mask
Darding,
Changing direction with the swiftness of a
Through the of the canyon
With every coyote, every insect, every of life
her, propelling her forward.
The leaves and of the forest
for miles, clearing her path
The and screams of the dead beneathe her feet
Echo in the deepest of her soul
her, toward the city
History through her veins
Pulsing her fingers
Hurling her, the city
She caresses her
And the of magome fulfil her being
And each shot she fires, she affirms her movement

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