Luyện nghe bài hát This Is My Voice

This is my
There are many it
But one if mine
And its a line
When you try and define the finer points of
Politics being a word
meaning many
And Tics meaning blood sucking lumps
See, too many in countries where its
Bullets instead of
Where fall like mallets
When held in the of those
judgements can be bought
As easily as children can be taught to
And the only ones to speak up
Are to live
So far under the
That the is considered above it
This is for the Ho Chi
And the Michaels
For the De Sades
And the muted
is my voice
There are like it
But one is mine
-- not always
Right, but we've got the right to be
We're not always
So this is just a story long
This is my
are many like it
but this one is
and this it's for the sons and daughters
who watch their and fathers
drown in waters while
for the "American dream"
in the creek called the mainstream
is for the homeless people
sleeping on vents
making makeshift
out of cardboard and old
trying to catch 40
in between the of car wrecks
risking their by surviving another day
so they can starve
so that famine can carve their body a corpse
before their heart stops
so that men in a meeting
can make it harder for to get welfare, health care,
it's no wonder some of pawn off their own wheelchair
and time I walk 'em by
I can't help but at fault
that maybe I didn't search myself hard
for the alt "s"
so that I could save the
Or at least this girl
curled up a ball
I've most of my life throwing compassion back
like a fish too small
Gotta cash in my checks
her some spare fantasies
cause got three separate degrees
different universities,
but the most thing I ever learned
was to people when they say "Please."
is my voice,
there are many it,
but one is mine.
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You ever real,
reamed out,
on, put down,
ever been ever rowdy at the sound
when your own breaks,
not to take the time, to take the
been seen and not heard,
you ever blurred the lines for those who
to find some way to define you are,
as if you were far them,
at least at the heart of them its more than a of them.
you ever told you're too young or too old,
and always that line
when you're to walk by,
and you gotta receive and then the deadlines
so don't try to us cause this time we' re fine.
so don't try to define us cause time we're fine.
so don't try to define us this time we' re fine.
We're pissed and loud and now you know why.
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Don't tell me there are no
is for them, the women and the men.
For Keller who against all odds found a voice.
For the choice Guerin made.
For Martin Luther who stayed just long enough
to share a with us.
This is for day on the bus for sister Rosa Parks.
for the Joan of Arcs who believe
even in the face of becoming flame.
The political that Louis Riel refused to play
This is for the day the Dalai Lama goes home
For Dr. Wigand who alone stared down big tobacco
For Nelson Mandela who to go the extra mile
This is for the trial that found a man
guilty of shooting Evers dead.
This is for everything X said,
remembered by athletes who left the Olympics
For Miller,
for calling a witch hunt what it was
For Galileo locked up because he said the was round
For the Two crew who found the sound that got them banned in the USA.
And imagine if we could still hear John play.
This is for the someone who stood up and said, "No!".
For Edward R. Murrow who shut McCarthy.
For Rushdie, Mahatma Ghandi,
You, me, this city, country.
We will have a choice.
When you up to be counted.
the world,
is my voice,
There are like it,
but one is mine