Luyện nghe bài hát The Martyr

['Elizabeth' intro]
Im content to die for my
So cut off my and make me a Martyr
The will always remember it
No. will forget

A man who walks God, can walk anywhere
Hence.. I fear

[Immortal Technique - 1]
The point of war, is not to succeed
Its been just to make the enemy bleed
Deprivin the soldiers of the peace of mind they need
Bullets are hard to telegraph when they bob and weave
The way a Guerilla War can ever be over
Is the occupation, cant afford more soldiers
Until they have to draft the of you into the service
And you refuse cause you see the purpose
The only way to counter the insurgents that are
Is to paint the fighting for freedom as terrorists
Then a faction lookin for foreign investments
You stall them with power and murder any
You cant a revolution from breathin
So to beat em they offer the illusion of freedom
But when youre done dreamin and up, tortured for treason
Then you can see them, hidin behind the God believe in

Deep in the trenches in the of a war
Thats the place a is born (Mothafucka its on)
During the night before the of the dawn
Thats the place a is born (Mothafucka its on)
When the gunshots are in the heart of a storm
Thats the place a is born (Mothafucka its on)
Guerilla war when the is gone
Thats the a Martyr is born (Mothafucka its on)

2]
The purpose of is a life with a purpose
So Id rather die for a cause than a life that is worthless
I need the circus or the day of national observance
I need you to think for you and stop a servant
Pawns only a square in the game that theyre used in
And realise it too late, like the shootin of Newton
Or Patrice Lumumba and Allende
Slaughter by the power branches of their own gente
Ghandi wasnt killed by nationals
He was assassinated by a radical
And Che Guevara, to a U.S. continent
Was sold to the C.I.A. by communists
Wasnt Yitzhak Rabin by a Zionist
And Anwar a victim of the same violence?
Malcolm X was seen as a to the F.B.I.
But to blast em they Muslims from the N.O.I.
Even the 35th President of the
Was murdered by factions of his own
So now that its proven, that a soldier of
Or of an empire, disguised in a Constitution
Can not escape the retribution or
Of the self-appointed of the planets corporations
So Imma every generation to put your hands up
Cause you can only get em off your back when you up!

Deep in the trenches in the of a war
Thats the place a is born (Mothafucka its on)
During the before the start of the dawn
Thats the place a is born (Mothafucka its on)
When the gunshots are rainin in the of a storm
Thats the a Martyr is born (Mothafucka its on)
Guerilla war the army is gone
Thats the place a Martyr is (Mothafucka its on)