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 you've chased across
America's screens

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

My country 'tis of thy people dying

Now that the houses breed superstition
You force us to our toddlers away
To schools where they're taught
To despise traditions

You forbid them their languages, further say
American history really began
When set sail out of Europe
Then stress that the nation of that conquered this land
Are the biggest and bravest and boldest and

And yet where in your history is the tale
Of the genocide basic to this country's
Of the preachers who lied, how the of Rights failed

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

My country of thy people you're dying

Hear how the bargain was for the West
With her children in zero degrees
for your land, so the treaties attest
Oh well, blankets for is a bargain 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 this way

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

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

My 'tis of thy people you're dying

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

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

My country 'tis of thy you're dying

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

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

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

The mockingbird it, it's 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 'tis of thy people you're dying