Luyện nghe bài hát Old Guards, New Methods

Standing against the odds to back what they took.
Some fight with stones, some fight guns.
But I choose to fight with my pen and my notebook.
Nothing for the ward, just more of the same.
wolves smell the blood of opportunity.
Send in the sheep to a New Orleans.
A new for an old division game.

New wars. New kings.
The pigs came here to everything.
No wars. No kings.
We gotta the blood-letting.

What about the overcrowded where desperation calls?
What about the of education and the lack of love?
But most of all: what the innocent in rooms with bars and
Three walls? Can you me, where is the justice in Philly for
MOVE and Mr.

New wars. New kings.
The came here to take everything.
No wars. No kings.
We gotta the blood-letting.

I've about people found without the copper tokens around their necks
Whose hands you cut off and bleeding to death.
I've read about Hampton's murder by the while he slept.
Our are all on trial and you still remain the "judge"
While the Injustice stays greased up with innocent blood.

No war.