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 different but the same old pain

Now it's rolled it's way Vukovar
To Banja Luka for Serbia
the flag political minority
Killing or death camps
will you leave?
Washed by the darkest tide
Ethnic cleansing, genocide

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

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

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

Six yellow stars
Black american. bars
of tears. Lynching trees
Manifest
Brown from the south
Rouge. Odd man out
Green mists and climb
B the end of the line
Furnace hums a
Six God knows why