Luyện nghe bài hát The Word Justice

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

But is a need to keep somethings a secret
Some weapons shipments, private wars
In the future democracy be defended
Behind closed

Now the men of Congress who to determine
If war is a business or a crime
Are the men who routinely give their permission
For the shedding of blood in name

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

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

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

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

Oh, oh, oh


Oh, oh, oh