Luyện nghe bài hát My Land

This is the street where people in fear
of senseless and poverty.
And the colour of skin decides
if you pay the penalty.

This is the city only money talks,
of power and influence.
the poor stay poor, the rich stay rich
and still told it's coincidence.
the same old sad survival-dance
that all born with an equal chance.
But who could be so blind that they never see

this is my land?
I can't pretend it's nothing to do with me.
And this is land,
you can't close your eyes to the things you don't see.

This is a country filled greed and hate
and cops on the are common place.
The next generation are condemned to
by bent and magistrates.
is a world at war for the liquid gold,
but still no cure for the common cold.
We raise our flags and cries
in the name of God and pride.
And the lie we use to ourselves,
not our fault, it can't be helped.
Don't tell me so blind we cannot see