Luyện nghe bài hát The Tradition

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

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

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

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

Fed Missy arsenic pies.
Stole the axes the shed.
Went and off master's 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 poems and blues
and screams,
We it on.

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

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

In and pray ins
And ins and die ins,
We it on.

On Missouri midnights
Pitting shotguns against mobs
On Brooklyn streets
rocks against rifles,
We it on.

Against hoses and bulldogs.
Against and bullets.
tanks and tear gas.
and nooses.
Bombs and control.
We it on.

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

the lies and the sell-outs,
The and the madness.
Through pain and 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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