Luyện nghe bài hát Memory of The Dead

Wealthy
With the cold of executioners

Executive
to destroy
What 1 women, children, and men

Died, drowning in the of battle.
Mothers, half
Infants clutching necks
frantically
Tripping over the bodies of sons
gnashing
machete
Spitting and mud, and screaming:
Land, and liberty!
erased.
Buried and
Along with the of the dead
Along the ejido.
With the smooth of a pen
And with the ghost of nixon in their eyes
smiled.
And pronounced the
Of the free
The of profit
Extending the scurge of columbus and
The freedom to buy things you can never
The freedom for indians to buy corn that once flourished overgrown in their
The freedom to die of disease
The freedom to watch their children's stomachs swell and
The to starve and die
land
Or
But ramona, with eyes of
through her blood and sweat drenched mask
Darding,
Changing direction the swiftness of a bird
Through the of the canyon
With coyote, every insect, every phylum of life
her, propelling her forward.
The and branches of the forest
for miles, clearing her path
The voices and screams of the dead her feet
in the deepest chasm of her soul
Hurling her, the city
History surging through her
through her fingers
Hurling her, the city
She her trigger
And the words of magome fulfil her
And with shot she fires, she affirms her movement

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