Luyện nghe bài hát Only a Pawn in Their Game

A bullet from the of a bush
Medgar Evers' blood
A finger fired the trigger to his
A handle hid out in the
A hand set the
Two eyes the aim
Behind a brain
But he can't be
He's only a in their game

A politician preaches to the poor white man
"You got more than the blacks, 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 poor remains
On the caboose of the
But it ain't him to
He's only a pawn in their

The deputy sheriffs, the soldiers, the governors get
And the and cops get the same
But the poor white man's used in the hands of them all like a
He's taught in his
From the start by the
That the laws are him
To his white skin
To up his hate
So he never thinks
the shape that he's in
But it ain't him to
He's a pawn in their game

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

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