Luyện nghe bài hát The Empire Strikes Iraq: A Sad Day For Sovereignty

More bomb on the first morning
Then in all of desert storm
Unprovoked. I sit alone in
Whos rifles as pens
and end as bombs upon innocence
Its in culture not intelligence
sign here

Broken audio as bombs explode
I wish all the children could be delivered and
Buried on the White lawn
That's freedom's highest cost
Maybe for a price we won't forget
I ask, was this our

If this is freedom then whats with all of the
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If this is then whats with all the piles of dead