Luyện nghe bài hát The Word Justice

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

But there is a need to keep a secret
weapons shipments, some private wars
In the future democracy will be
closed doors

Now the men of Congress who to determine
If covert war is a business or a
Are the same men who give their permission
For the shedding of in security's name

And there is a need to keep things a secret
The names of some countries, the terms of some
And above all the sound of the of the innocent
our wheels
Does the word justice mean anything to
Are the features of a lie to come through?

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

And there is a need to some things a secret
The C.I.A. deals the source
And the policies directly connecting the drugs and our wars
Does the justice mean anything to you?
As the battlefield comes home and falls through

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

Oh, oh, oh


Oh, oh, oh