Luyện nghe bài hát Speak To Our Empty Pockets

The from the pulpits of power
of cloth
they preach to our pockets
and the same gang with colors
plays up to the
of
Will you our pain
you throw bread
to us high above?

We stay true to trust
on streets
but I be corrupted
or stuck on

The preachers the pulpits of power
leaders of cloth they
to our pockets
and the same
with different
plays up, up
any we fly
any war we buy it
any war

Will you our pain
and you throw bread
to us from high

Will you take our
you throw bread
to us from above?

We will stay true to
on these
but I won't be
or on repeat
yet

The rage in the empire days
The ratchet thrown in the mills
the bootstrap lies in the Patriot
The burning fires on these
road grows

The preachers the pulpits of power
leaders of
they preach to our empty
and the same gang different colors
plays up to the
of

you take our pain?
Will you bread
to us from above?