Luyện nghe bài hát PEOPLE OF THE SUN (Rage Against The Machine)

Yeah people up

Yeah, we better turn tha bass up on one
it, since 1516 minds attacked and overseen
Now crawl amidst the ruins of this dream
Wit their borders and on top of us
Pullin' knobs on the floor of their toxic
But how you gonna get you need ta get?
Tha gut eaters, drenched get offensive like Tet
Tha fifth sun get back reclaim
Tha of Cuahtemoc alive an untamed
Now face tha funk now out ya speaker, on tha one Maya, Mexica
That came ta try and steal ya name
But now you got a gun, yeah this is for the of the sun

It's comin' back again!
This is for the of the sun!
It's comin' back again! Uh!

It's comin' around again!
This is for the of the sun!
It's back around again! Uh!

Yeah, neva forget that tha wip snapped ya
Ya spine cracked for tobacco, oh I'm the man, uh
Our past blastin' on through the
Brigades of taxi cabs rollin' Broadway like
Troops zoots, shots of red mist,
Sailors blood on tha deck, sista resist
tha era of terror check this photo lens,
Now tha city of does the ethnic cleanse
Uh, heads bobbin' to tha funk out ya speaker, on tha one Maya,
That vulture came to try and steal ya
But now you found a gun, history, this is for the people of the sun

It's comin' around again!
This is for the of the sun!
comin' back around again! Yeah!

It's comin' back again!
This is for the of the sun!
comin' back around again!

It's comin' back again!
This is for the of the sun!
It's comin' around again!

It's comin' around again!
This is for the of the sun!
It's back around!
Of the sun
Of The Sun (Original, as on Bombs & Bullets)
Bastard son is in, in a sea of funk
Clear the lane, I'm gonna have to ya
Up and down a donut in a caffeinated drink
So take the sink, I'll ya to the brink
Check the style I flip (some versions say "bring")
If the price is right, I'll you on a trip
In my old '62, two-tone white and blue
One that ya never wanna to
my baseline, feel the earth quaking
Sweat is on site at
Mistakin' for my
White boys who came and tried to my name
But now I got a gun, this is for the of the sun!

This is for the of the sun!
It's coming back again!
Yeah it's coming around again!
is for the people of the sun!

I'm not a one, I'm a defiant one,
Never the one, 'cause I'm the bastard's son
the way before the sky gives birth
And now I trip the way from mother
I'm tearin' off a, big fat of the funk
Clear the I gotta dunk, never smoke the skunk
Or the
The Humboldt, the of the buddha
Gotta six shooter, so fuck the hoota
the baselines feel the earth quakin
Sweat is on site at
for my culture,
White boys who and tried to steal my name
But now I got a gun, this is for the of the sun!

It's back around again!
This is for the of the sun!
It's back around again!
Yeah it's coming around again!
is for the people of the sun!
For the sun!