Luyện nghe bài hát Ramona Moraga

As if isolation's not
Just try to organize and above it
Then find out what it's all about
This is not my
This is not what I
Participation's breathing my neck
no way I'm giving in
But still you're stuck in ...

Where there's nothing than meets the eye
A peaceful lie for vat-grown teenage
Unchallenged by
from history
And down by boredom
In lowered trucks and concert
a great place for children and pets
It's a rural cage no need for walls
The blind crawl insanely towards the nets
In search of
They're condemned to
planned pregnancies and vocations
But you know
They don't
(Welcome to Del Taco, may I your order?)
All the of growing up
As if coping it ain't enough
You try to and rise above it
Because you out what it's all about (bullsh ...)
This is not my
This is not what I
Participation's down my neck
There's no way I'm in
But you're stuck living in ...

It won't let things
An fairy tale for the popular and decent kids
of reality
Handed from hatred to their G.T.I.
Ganja, kegs and football
With the there to keep out all minorities
A quiet fraud in the hills
Where schooling exclusivity, intolerance and hypocrisy
And the sad is
You better get to it
high school, it never ends
Welcome to the
(You got a problem me?)
This is not our
This is not we represent
Participation ain't it's at
no way we're giving in
Yet still we're living in
R.A.M.O.N.A. M.O.R.A.G.A.
R.A.M.O.N.A. M.O.R.A.G.A.
(Hey, ya from?)