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. will forget

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

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

Deep in the in the heart of a war
Thats the place a Martyr is (Mothafucka its on)
During the before the start of the dawn
Thats the place a Martyr is (Mothafucka its on)
the gunshots are rainin 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 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 being 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 and Salvador Allende
Slaughter by the power hungry branches of their own
Ghandi killed by Pakistani nationals
He was assassinated by a radical
And Che Guevara, to a U.S. continent
Was to the C.I.A. by Bolivian communists
Wasnt Yitzhak Rabin 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 by factions of his own government
So now its proven, that a soldier of Revolution
Or head of an empire, disguised in a
Can not the retribution or manipulation
Of the self-appointed rulers of the corporations
So need every generation to put your hands up
Cause you can get em off your back when you stand up!

Deep in the in the heart of a war
the place a Martyr 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 place a Martyr is (Mothafucka its on)
Guerilla war when the is gone
the place a Martyr is born (Mothafucka its on)