Luyện nghe bài hát Old Guards, New Methods

Standing against the odds to take back what took.
Some fight with stones, fight with guns.
But I choose to fight with my pen and my notebook.
Nothing for the ninth ward, just 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 stop the blood-letting.

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

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

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

No war.