Luyện nghe bài hát Stampede

The gone bad and the fruit well rotten
Planted in stone, The don't matter,
The way that grown is to keep the rich fatter
The righteous dem scattered, The of them scratching

Save truths and sentiments,
Want dollars and me want less arguments
All of the talk of is pure nonsense,
Instead bring me the heads of the dead Yankee

Anyone who believes their was meant to be heard
Never utter whispers 'cause this person with their spoken
Fi get mash down first observe you'll learn

We control all the trends, we get paid everytime you lose
So I will say this friends, If I have to choose It's like sense
And dollars are the best defense

That's what up against

Now you're tuned to the
brightest light across the whole land
No independence they'll
Don't let mind-control your actions
Break the chains and live