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 instead I choose to with my pen and my notebook.
Nothing for the ward, just more of the same.
Wealthy smell the blood of opportunity.
in the sheep to develop a New Orleans.
A new twist for an old game.

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

What about the overcrowded projects where desperation
What about the of education and the lack of love?
But most of all: about the innocent in rooms with bars and
walls? Can you tell 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 stop the blood-letting.

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

No war.