Luyện nghe bài hát Seeds Of Peace

The American is tied to a fence on an overpass
With a homemade sign written in red, and blue
And it "Welcome home, Jason Miller, Private First Class"
And I don't know him but I'm grateful for any good news

What's of my country torn by contradiction
The of freedom propped up by a culture of fear
Where's it's to protest or even to question
Have we learned nothing from history or the couple years

And the rain pours
On the ground
And the fruited plain as as the sand
Is it not within our
How must we wait until
The seeds of find purchase in this land

He stood on the deck and he we'd accomplished our mission
And he twisted the facts 'til he knew it could for the truth
Vengeance can fill any fool with
But he can't wash the blood of the fallen from his boots

I will not be shamed into silence by thunder
And I won't fall in line and to the drums on the wind
How more daughters and sons will we see plowed under
How much longer we wait 'til the harvest comes in

'Til the sun shines
On this hallowed
And the fruited so bountiful and grand
Is it not our will
How long must we until
The seeds of peace find purchase in this