Luyện nghe bài hát The Word Justice

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

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

Now the men of Congress who convene to
If covert war is a business or a
Are the same men who give their permission
For the shedding of blood in name

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

In the streets of America the children are
Caught in an of weapons and drugs
They live and they die in the bowels of a
That disguised as a war The Crips and The Bloods

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

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

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