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

Now that your big eyes have finally
Now that wondering how must they feel
Meaning them 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 render

My country of thy people you're dying

Now that the long houses 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 really began
When set sail out of Europe
Then stress that the nation of leeches conquered this land
Are the biggest and bravest and boldest and

And yet where in your books is the tale
Of the genocide to this country's birth
Of the preachers who lied, how the Bill of Rights

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

My country 'tis of thy you're dying

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

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

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

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

My country 'tis of thy people you're

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

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

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

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

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

My 'tis of thy people you're dying