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

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

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

My country 'tis of thy people you're

Now the long houses breed superstition
You us to send our toddlers away
To your schools they're taught
To despise traditions

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

And yet in your history books is the tale
Of the genocide basic to this birth
Of the preachers who lied, how the Bill of Rights

How a nation of patriots to their earth
And where will it tell of the Liberty
As it rang with a o'er Kinzua mud
And of Uncle Sam in Alaska this year

My country 'tis of thy people dying

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

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

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

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

My country 'tis of thy you're dying

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

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

My country of thy people you're dying

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

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

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

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

My country 'tis of thy people dying