Luyện nghe bài hát Protest Song '68

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

I breathe in and I
Revoke the '68
Fresh meaning to torn
bring life to old clichs

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

It could all be so
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 perfect song be singing

I out and I scream
Malatesta's dream
Inspiration the past
to the future 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 sung a times before

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