Luyện nghe bài hát The Tradition

it on now.
it on.
it on now.
it on.
on the tradition.

Their were Black People since the of time
who it on.
In Ghana and Mali and
We it on.
on the tradition.

We hid in the bush.
When the slave masters
holding
And when the was ripe,
leaped out and the lifeblood
of our masters.
We it on.

On ships,
hurling ourselves oceans.
Slitting the of our captors.
We took whips.
And ships
Blood in the Atlantic
and it all ours.
We it on.

Fed Missy apple pies.
Stole the from the shed.
Went and chopped off head.
We ran. We fought.
We a railroad.
An underground.
We it on.

In newspapers. In meetings.
In arguments and fights.
We it on.

In tales to children.
In and cantatas.
In and blues songs
and screams,
We it on.

In classrooms. In churches.
In courtrooms. In prisons.
We it on.

On soapboxes and lines.
Welfare lines,
Our on the line,
We it on.

In sit-ins and ins
And ins and die ins,
We it on.

On cold midnights
shotguns against lynch mobs
On burning Brooklyn
rocks against rifles,
We it on.

Against water and bulldogs.
nightsticks and bullets.
Against and tear gas.
and nooses.
Bombs and control.
We it on.

In and San Juan.
Mozambique, Mississippi.
In and in Boston,
We it on.

Through the and the sell-outs,
The and the madness.
pain and hunger and frustration,
We it on.

on the tradition.
Carried a tradition.
Carried a tradition.
a Black tradition.
it on.

Pass it to the children.
it down.
it on.
it on now.
it on
TO FREEDOM!

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