Luyện nghe bài hát Old Guards, New Methods

Standing the odds to take back what they took.
Some fight with stones, some fight guns.
But instead I 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 to develop a New Orleans.
A new for an old division game.

New wars. New kings.
The pigs here to take everything.
No wars. No kings.
We stop the blood-letting.

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

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

I've read about people found without the 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 lives are all on and you still remain the "judge"
While the machine stays greased up with innocent blood.

No war.