Luyện nghe bài hát National Anthem

Intro: Mix talks The Star Spangled Banner plays in the background

Huey B. Newton shot in blood in west Oakland
Oliver North community service hours
for selling to known terrorists
Tawana was brutally raped but two said she did it to herself
A six hundred million dollar stealth bomber to fly successfully
And you say I should be of this song
Think it AMERICA!

One: Sir Mix-a-Lot

I'm living like hell in a of death
Protectors of the people bullet-proof vests
Your little nephew, him a Uzi
Took to the streets, shot em up and "Who me?"
Locked in a trunk by villains
Pinstripe suits, experts at
Civil war, but some out
Trapped in a box called the we shout
Headin for the strip 'cause the squares hip
Sell a couple keys, the home boys trip
The is a dope man's friend
The governments strong but the got in
the accused, but the trial was short
A black man's dogged in a all court
The jury dismissed, says, "Can em"
Now I'm ashamed of my national

Verse Sir Mix-a-Lot

The pentagon had a for a rescue
said intelligence never makes miscues
The was a day of death
Lieutenant Colonel Higgins, you the rest
No with a terrorist force
But Iran's still offa Oliver North
The Ayatollah's dead but the not gone
The burning of the flag in goes on
Anti-American, loved by few
We pay big to the ones that do
The militia, they give us big knowledge
But the messed up and wouldn't acknowledge
Ollie took from the number one man
But the crap hit the fan and ran
tripped, the committee said can em
Now I'm ashamed of my national

Verse Three: Sir

Am I a communist? No. But my brain ain't
Not long ago, was po'
helped out by the ones with clout
I was mad at the cause I felt left out
Stealin hub caps, stereos, anything to get
I I'm a modern day slave
downtown, the sight was set
I saw my home mother with a buggy and a bag
People walk by, at poverty
I looked in her and I soon saw me
College educated, but she get a job
The american dream once again got
Vietnam vets on the street, that's a
for the man, and the man plays games
Dogged by the hippies, smokin' critics
You it on the soldier, but your government did it

My national
My anthem
You gonna teach me now about the care and feedin of

Verse Sir Mix-a-Lot

Bolivia, Columbia, the CIA
Any similarities, I say
But the gets in, uncut like P-Funk
Headin over in a scent-free trunk
Coffee over dope, but the dog can't it
that lady that was broke, she's widdit
Started a key, clocked 17 G's
got another shipment, pure D
Headin for Brumlen, the money was
Rollin in a Porsche, in a sweater
Crime, revenge, I'm you this
The people that are the people that knows
Her community complained, the police
But where was the community when she was in the
Dope's comin in, killin em at random
And I'm ashamed of my national

My national
My national
My anthem
I'm of my national anthem