Luyện nghe bài hát Speak To Our Empty Pockets

The preachers from the 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 high above?

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

The preachers from the of power
of cloth they preach
to our pockets
and the gang
with colors
plays up, up
any we fly
any war we buy it
any war

Will you take our
and will you bread
to us from high

you take our pain?
Will you throw
to us from high

We will true to trust
on streets
but I won't be
or on repeat
yet

The workers' in the empire days
The ratchet in the children's mills
the lies in the Patriot Plays
The burning on these hills
this grows

The from the pulpits of power
leaders of
they preach to our pockets
and the same gang with colors
up to the dialect
of

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