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

Now your big eyes have finally opened
Now that you're wondering how must they
Meaning them that you've across
movie screens

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

My country 'tis of thy people dying

Now that the long houses breed
You force us to send our away
To schools where they're taught
To their traditions

You forbid them their languages, further say
That American really began
When Columbus set sail out of
Then stress that the nation of 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 preachers who lied, how the Bill of Rights

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

My 'tis of thy people you're dying

Hear how the was made for the West
With her shivering children in zero
Blankets for your land, so the treaties
Oh well, for land is a bargain indeed

And the blankets were those Sam had collected
From smallpox-diseased soldiers that day
And the tribes were wiped out and the history books
A hundred years of your have felt
better this way

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

From Los Angeles County to New York
The white nation fattens while others lean
Oh the tricked and evicted they know I mean

My country 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, of sale in your hands
And surprise in eyes that we're lacking in thanks

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

My country 'tis of thy people dying

Now that the pride of the receives charity
Now that we're and safe behind laws
Now that my to be known as your 'Heritage'
Now that even the graves been robbed

Now that our own chosen way is a
Hands on our hearts we you your victory
Choke on your blue and scarlet hypocrisy
Pitying the blindness that you've seen

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

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

My country 'tis of thy you're dying