Luyện nghe bài hát Ritual

Do you know what it is to run?
Do you know what it is like to live in
Do you what it is like to run?
Do you what it is like to live in fear?

'Cause she what it's like to run
She what it's like to live in fear
she knows what it's like to run

Rape
How can I stand in silence while you are my sister?

I said I'll throw you in the because I ain't with that

Say have we done to mother, sister, daughter, lover?
Beat them down to submission, into corner of constant fear
Humanity reduced to a sexual commodity,
Pretty faces, molded

Damn they the dirty mack demands
She's more than booty to me, her sexuality
Tradition, sexism is what you want me to learn, surrender
Gender hatred, fade it to kill it, returns

One out of and they say my sisters are free
Incarcerated by hatred, propagated by
Continual ritual victimizing my
Physical rape is psychological

How can I stand in while you are raping my sister?

I said I'll throw you in the wind because I ain't that

How can I stand in while you are tearing?
Rape

Jenny, ho, slut, trick, bitch,
that burn in our popular brutality
That media at you, trying to show you what's up
magazine fantasy got you feinding to bust a nut

Body identity suffocates in her nudity, she's dying
asking won't let her be, strip her to flesh
For apathetic ego, you bet the set ain't down with your wak
Rape

We got to meet this hate love
We got to this hatred with love
Why do we fall for it, it
violence equality?

Please, so-called alternative
Statistics never her wounded aloneness
Internal locked away calm diminishment
Sharon stone, you ain't all of that, Madonna, you ain't all of

Sell you shallow shock value is wak
Sister, put a fist in what's of you
Deny, defy, reject false of you too
There's no for this brutality or this lack of humanity

ritual
How can I stand in silence while you are my sister?

I I'll throw you in the wind because I ain't with that

How can I in silence while you are tearing?
Rape

I say that I'll you into the wind
Say I throw you [Incomprehensible]
I say your traditions nothing to me