Luyện nghe bài hát Old Guards, New Methods

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

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

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

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

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

No war.