Luyện nghe bài hát The Martyr

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

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

Technique - Verse 1]
The point of 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 when they bob and they weave
The only way a Guerilla War can ever be
Is when the occupation, cant more soldiers
Until they to draft the last of you into the service
And you refuse cause you see the purpose
The only way to counter the that are well-equipped
Is to paint the people for freedom as terrorists
Then find a lookin for foreign investments
You them with power and murder any objections
You cant stop a revolution from
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
the place a Martyr is born (Mothafucka its on)
During the night before the start of the
the place a Martyr is born (Mothafucka its on)
When the are rainin in the heart of a storm
the place a Martyr is born (Mothafucka its on)
Guerilla war when the army is
the place a Martyr is born (Mothafucka its on)

2]
The purpose of is a life with a purpose
So Id rather die for a cause live a life that is worthless
I dont need the or the day of national observance
I need you to think for you and stop a servant
Pawns only move a square in the that theyre used in
And realise it too late, like the shootin of Huey
Or Lumumba and Salvador Allende
Slaughter by the power hungry of their own gente
wasnt killed by Pakistani nationals
He was by a Hindu radical
And Che Guevara, rebel to a U.S.
Was sold to the C.I.A. by communists
Wasnt Rabin murdered by a Zionist
And Anwar Sadat a victim of the same
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 its proven, that a soldier of Revolution
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 in the heart of a war
Thats the a Martyr is born (Mothafucka its on)
During the before the start of the dawn
Thats the place a Martyr is (Mothafucka its on)
When the gunshots are rainin in the of a storm
Thats the a Martyr is born (Mothafucka its on)
war when the army is gone
Thats the place a is born (Mothafucka its on)