Luyện nghe bài hát Sons and Daughters

We're the sons and daughters of the man, the middle class man,
Forced down to by the rich man's hand. This is the perspective
Of a poor dead man's son, kid that had to run, another life
in the age of the gun. Running was only temporary, I tripped
Up and I fell. learned from what they wanted: Silent people living
In hell, where we're taught there's a price for every man and a for
Every piece of land. Thrown a life of stagnance, your mind's a Jail.
raised for profit and you were born to fail. Sometimes stepping out
Of line and walking away from all you know is the thing to leave
Behind. A new life defined, now we can defy the greedy men with the
Of minds. We never wanted to be as a commodity, I refuse to be an
of a vision that blinds me.
Aggression.
I gotta the mold.
Aggression.
Never let them control.
Aggression.
in shackles, Mind's confined to a cage.
Aggression.
I won't stop until broken every chain.