Luyện nghe bài hát Old Guards, New Methods

Standing against the to take back what they 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.
Send in the sheep to a New Orleans.
A new twist for an old game.

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

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

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

No war.