Luyện nghe bài hát Protest Song '68

To sing you must first open mouth
You must a pair of lungs and a little knowledge of music
It is not necessary to an accordion, or a guitar
The thing is that I want to sing
this is a song, I'm singing

I in and I create
the spirit '68
Fresh meaning to torn
Let's bring to old clichs

Punch a hole in tradition,
Let's to the songs of discontent
To the and the movement
To the chords and the

It all be so simple
We would all stand baffled by the precision and
Our jaws would hurt from dropping so hard, and unexpectedly
It would be the perfect
Be the perfect we'd be singing

I out and I scream
Revoke dream
from the past
Focus to the future at

Fixed dogmas can't
Creative and action

It be dangerous
Art as a real

All it is, is
Words said a times before
All it is, is a
A song sung a million before

I breathe in, I
the spirit '68
I out, I scream
Revoke Malatesta's