Luyện nghe bài hát The Word Justice

A man stands up his God and country
his right hand and takes an oath
Swears he has acted in the of duty
And he more than anyone wants to tell the

But there is a to keep somethings a secret
Some weapons shipments, some wars
In the democracy will be defended
closed doors

Now the men of Congress who convene to
If war is a business or a crime
Are the same men who routinely their permission
For the of blood in security's name

And there is a need to some things a secret
The names of some countries, the of some deals
And above all the sound of the screams of the
Beneath our
Does the word justice mean to you?
Are the features of a lie beginning to through?

In the streets of America the are buried
Caught in an avalanche of and drugs
They and they die in the bowels of a business
That disguised as a war The Crips and The Bloods

And there is a need to keep things a secret
The C.I.A. protecting the source
And the government policies directly the drugs and our wars
Does the word justice mean anything to
As the battlefield comes home and democracy falls

I am waiting for the to come
When the will be real for everyone
And not just a but a thing that can be done
must be won

Oh, oh, oh


Oh, oh, oh