Luyện nghe bài hát The Martyr

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

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

Technique - Verse 1]
The of guerilla war, is not to succeed
Its always been just to the enemy bleed
Deprivin the of the peace of mind that they need
Bullets are hard to when they bob and they weave
The only way a Guerilla War can be over
Is when the occupation, cant afford soldiers
Until they have to draft the last of you into the
And you refuse cause you dont see the
The way to counter the insurgents that are well-equipped
Is to paint the fighting for freedom as terrorists
Then find a faction for foreign investments
You stall with power and murder any objections
You cant stop a from breathin
So to em they offer people the illusion of freedom
But when youre done dreamin and wake up, tortured for
Then you can see them, hidin behind the God they in

Deep in the trenches in the of a war
Thats the place a is born (Mothafucka its on)
During the night 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 place a is born (Mothafucka its on)
war when the army is gone
Thats the place a Martyr is (Mothafucka its on)

2]
The purpose of life is a life with a
So Id rather die for a cause than live a that is worthless
I need the circus or the day of national observance
I need you to think for you and stop being a
Pawns only move a square in the game 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 by a Hindu radical
And Che Guevara, to a U.S. continent
Was sold to the C.I.A. by Bolivian
Yitzhak Rabin murdered by a Zionist
And Anwar Sadat a victim of the violence?
Malcolm X was seen as a to the F.B.I.
But to blast em used Muslims from the N.O.I.
Even the President of the Republic
Was murdered by factions of his own
So now that its proven, a soldier of Revolution
Or head of an empire, disguised in a
Can not escape the or manipulation
Of the self-appointed of the planets corporations
So need every generation to put your hands up
Cause you can only get em off back when you stand up!

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