Luyện nghe bài hát My Country 'Tis Of Thy People You're Dying

Now that your big eyes have opened
Now that you're wondering how must feel
Meaning that you've chased across
America's movie

Now that wondering how can it be real
That the ones you've colorful, noble and proud
In your propaganda, they starve in their splendor
You've asked for my comment, I simply will

My country 'tis of thy people you're

Now that the houses breed superstition
You force us to send our toddlers
To your schools they're taught
To their traditions

You forbid them their languages, then say
That American history really
When set sail out of Europe
stress that the nation of leeches that conquered this land
Are the biggest and bravest and and best

And yet in your history books is the tale
Of the genocide basic to country's birth
Of the who lied, how the Bill of Rights failed

How a nation of returned to their earth
And where it tell of the Liberty Bell
As it rang with a thud o'er mud
And of brave Uncle Sam in this year

My 'tis of thy people you're dying

Hear how the bargain was made for the
With her shivering in zero degrees
Blankets for land, so the treaties attest
Oh well, blankets for is a bargain indeed

And the blankets those Uncle Sam had collected
smallpox-diseased dying soldiers that day
And the tribes were wiped out and the books censored
A hundred of your statesmen have felt
It's this way

And yet a few of the conquered have somehow
Their runs the redder though genes have paled
the Gran Canyon's caverns to craven sad hills
The wounded, the losers, the robbed sing tale

From Los County to upstate New York
The white fattens while others grow lean
Oh the tricked and they know what I mean

My 'tis of thy people you're dying

The it just crumbled, the future just threatens
Our life blood up in your chemical tanks
And now here you come, bill of in your hands
And surprise in your eyes that we're lacking in

For the blessings of civilization brought us
The you've taught us, the ruin you've wrought us
Oh see what our in America's brought us

My country 'tis of thy people dying

Now the pride of the sires receives charity
Now that harmless and safe behind laws
Now that my life's to be as your 'Heritage'
Now that even the graves have robbed

Now that our own way is a novelty
Hands on our we salute you your victory
Choke on your blue white and hypocrisy
Pitying the blindness that you've never

That the eagles of war whose wings you glory
They were never no more than carrion
Pushed the wrens from nest
Stole their eggs, their story

The sings it, it's all that he knows
"Ah, what can I do?", say a few
With a in your throat and a tear in your eye
Can't you see that their profiting you?

My country 'tis of thy you're dying