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 childhood of
who it on.
In Ghana and and Timbuktu
We it on.
on the tradition.

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

On ships,
ourselves into oceans.
the throats of our captors.
We their whips.
And ships
Blood flowed in the
and it all ours.
We it on.

Fed arsenic apple pies.
the axes from 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 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 Missouri midnights
Pitting against lynch mobs
On burning streets
rocks against rifles,
We it on.

water hoses and bulldogs.
Against and bullets.
Against tanks and 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.
pain and hunger and frustration,
We it on.

on the tradition.
Carried a tradition.
a proud tradition.
Carried a tradition.
it on.

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

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