Luyện nghe bài hát The Right To Reply

The house,
Looks for an to end all the violence.
The ungovernable finally silence,
There's white papers, and new institutions.
That still won't stop us, no solution
The and the left wing continue to bore,
With pre-dated all heard before.
This is mankind now see how kills,
We're back hard now you see how it feels.
They and preach examination tests,
So the political can order the rest,
Of the parasites,
Who live in a world hope,
To get in line, and stay there,
Then assure us cope.
In the new violent they pledge to invest,
In and communities with renewed interest.
To build of education,
Not colleges of
A so perfcetly timed,
help for the helpless,
Their new strive,
For a stable re-educated by 1995.
Meanwhile, we fight on in
Still to break through.
Their barriers of insanity and even now they know true,
That to violence effectively,
has to unfold.
But, instead choose to compensate, to lie and
Then collaborate, no interest in any debate,
courts set up the offenders fate, the new
Secure units for the old sentence.
Well we have to you for long enough,
all your threats, and you ain't so tough.
You intimidate, then the persistent hard-core offender.
You condemn and understand less,
get no apologies ever.
In an of moral panic,
You blame us for back.
But us that's been dragged through your streets backwards,
Battered and attacked.
The pressure's on law and order,
But we ain't started.
They may think they have tested,
But no way for we still divided.
More and we're turning against our own,
How come? How we forgot?
That this is the one thing want us to do,
To
For the freedom we ain't got.
Some mug old folks and are SCUM
It's the one main thing that ain't done.
We can deal with our own problems,
By the law in to our own hands.
We can our own, young, the weak, and
Elderly, and smash their callous plans.
I not work to build my death
Nor have madeby fools,
For my or behalf.
As though I see or hear
Of which surrounds me,
As though I'm content
all that, that disgusts me.
I will not build for gain,
Although it ends up the same,
It's as though I see or hear,
As I'm content,
everything that disgusts me.
How can they about low life?
Whilst they're the earth?
How can take away someone's freedom?
When they know what it's worth.
To the with feelings,
To those not succeeding,
Those, shattered, torn, ripped in half,
And whose broken are bleeding.
Yet still they and batter,
To them, man onslaught, not matter.
They create whitewashed picture,
everything is alright.
Then when people opinion, and object,
show disgust, confusion and then demonstrate
might.
Don't you dare for a moment, that it's only in a
Riot that we we're discontent.
It's in every so called act,
That we our contempt.
You shove your outstanding promises, your
I have respect for the life.
That you destroy time and time and again,
I'm still for the hopeless,
And making for the lawless.