Luyện nghe bài hát Protest Song '68

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

I in and I create
the spirit '68
Fresh to torn ideas
Let's bring life to old

Punch a in tradition, yeah
listen to the songs of discontent
To the chords and the
To the chords and the

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

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

Fixed dogmas substitute
Creative thoughts and

It could be
Art as a threat

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

I breathe in, I
the spirit '68
I breathe out, I
Malatesta's dream