Luyện nghe bài hát Sons and Daughters

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