Luyện nghe bài hát Same Old Pain

Six next of kin
Ghost bone thin
Six million stars
Holiday in cattle
Tattoo blue no name
A different number but the same old

Now it's rolled way through Vukovar
To Banja Luka for Serbia
Wave the flag political
Killing fields or camps
will you leave?
Washed away by the darkest
Ethnic cleansing, it's

History we don't see
Just how can we be?
It stopped
It just on endlessly
Xenophobic coward's
And a quest for gain
Keep marching on with the old pain

Ten thousand we've tripped along
No group can keep it's nose clean
My tribe, my church, my prophecy,
My bloodthirsty policy
them, frame them, blame and claim them
Then 'em up so we can maim them
Washed by the darkest tide
cleansing, it's genocide

No tyrant performs alone
Who are the creatures that the ranks?
And gnaw the
animals or twisted evil freaks?
Or does this sickness run deeper we think?
The heart is
And no man his well
To every a fascist undertow
On a cross hangs Jew
Only His can see us thru

Six yellow stars
Black american. Prison
of tears. Lynching trees
Manifest
menace from the south
Rouge. Odd man out
Green dance and climb
B the end of the line
Furnace a lullaby
Six million God why