Luyện nghe bài hát Same Old Pain

Six million of kin
Ghost bone thin
Six yellow stars
Holiday in cattle
blue no more name
A number but the same old pain

Now it's it's way through Vukovar
To Banja Luka for Greater
Wave the flag minority
fields or death camps
Which you leave?
Washed away by the darkest
Ethnic cleansing, genocide

lessons we don't see
Just how can we be?
It stopped
It just on endlessly
Xenophobic hate
And a quest for selfish
marching on with the same old pain

Ten thousand we've tripped along
No group can keep nose clean long
My tribe, my church, my prophecy,
My racist policy
Name them, frame them, and claim them
round 'em up so we can maim them
Washed by the darkest tide
Ethnic cleansing, genocide

No performs atrocities alone
Who are the creatures that the ranks?
And gnaw the
Inhuman or twisted evil freaks?
Or does sickness run deeper than we think?
The heart is
And no man sees his
To soul a fascist undertow
On a cross hangs Jew
His love can see us thru

Six million stars
american. Prison bars
Trail of tears. trees
Manifest
Brown menace from the
Rouge. Odd man out
Green mists and climb
Zyklon B the end of the
Furnace a lullaby
Six million God why