Luyện nghe bài hát The Word Justice

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

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

Now the men of who convene to determine
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 is a need to keep some things a secret
The of some countries, the terms of some deals
And above all the sound of the of the innocent
our wheels
Does the justice mean anything to you?
Are the features of a lie beginning to through?

In the of America the children are buried
in an avalanche of weapons 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 to keep some things a secret
The C.I.A. deals the source
And the government policies directly the drugs and our wars
Does the justice mean anything to you?
As the battlefield comes home and democracy through

I am waiting for the time to
When the word be real for everyone
And not just a word but a thing that can be
Justice be won

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