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

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

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

My country 'tis of thy people you're

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

You forbid their languages, then further say
That American history began
When Columbus set out of Europe
Then stress that the nation of leeches that this land
Are the biggest and and boldest and best

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

How a nation of patriots to their earth
And where will it 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 bargain was for the West
With her shivering children in zero
Blankets for land, so the treaties attest
Oh well, blankets for land is a indeed

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

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

From Los Angeles County to upstate New
The white nation fattens while others grow
Oh the tricked and evicted they know what I

My country of thy people you're dying

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

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

My 'tis of thy people you're dying

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

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

That the eagles of war whose lent you glory
They were no more than carrion crows
Pushed the wrens from their
Stole their eggs, changed story

The mockingbird sings it, all that he knows
"Ah, can I do?", say a powerless few
With a lump in your throat and a tear in eye
you see that their poverty's profiting you?

My country 'tis of thy people you're