Luyện nghe bài hát Only a Pawn in Their Game

A bullet the back of a bush
Medgar Evers' blood
A finger the trigger to his name
A hid out in the dark
A set the spark
Two eyes the aim
Behind a man's
But he can't be
only a pawn in their game

A South preaches to the poor white man
"You got than the blacks, don't complain
You're better than them, you been with white skin," they explain
And the name
Is used, it is
For the politician's
As he to fame
And the white remains
On the caboose of the
But it him to blame
only a pawn in their game

The deputy sheriffs, the soldiers, the governors get
And the marshals and cops get the
But the white man's used in the hands of them all like a tool
taught in his school
From the by the rule
the laws are with him
To protect his skin
To keep up his
So he never straight
the shape that he's in
But it ain't him to
only a pawn in their game

From the shacks, he looks from the cracks to the tracks
And the hoofbeats pound in his
And taught how to walk in a pack
Shoot in the
With his fist in a
To hang and to
To hide 'neath the
To kill no pain
Like a dog on a
He ain't got no
But it him to blame
only a pawn in their game

Today, Medgar was buried from the bullet he caught
They lowered him down as a
But the shadowy sun sets on the one
That the gun
see by his grave
On the stone that
Carved next to his
His plain
Only a in their game