Luyện nghe bài hát Only a Pawn in Their Game

A bullet from the of a bush
Took Medgar blood
A fired the trigger to his name
A handle hid out in the
A set the spark
Two took the aim
a man's brain
But he can't be
He's only a in their game

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

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

From the shacks, he looks from the cracks to the tracks
And the pound in his brain
And he's how to walk in a pack
in the back
With his in a clinch
To and to lynch
To hide 'neath the
To kill with no
a dog on a chain
He got no name
But it ain't him to
He's a pawn in their game

Today, Evers was buried from the bullet he caught
They him down as a king
But when the sun sets on the one
That the gun
see by his grave
On the stone that
next to his name
His epitaph
Only a pawn in their