Luyện nghe bài hát This Is My Voice

This is my
There are like it
But one if mine
And its a fine
you try and define the finer points of politics
Politics being a word
Poly meaning
And Tics meaning blood sucking butt
See, too many live in where its
instead of ballots
Where fall like mallets
When held in the of those
Whose can be bought
As easily as children can be taught to
And the only ones willing to up
Are to live
So far the radar
That the is considered above it
This is for the Ho Chi
And the Colins
For the De Sades
And the gods
is my voice
There are like it
But one is mine
-- not always
Right, but got the right to be wrong
not always free
So this is a short story long
is my voice
there are like it
but one is mine
and time it's for the sons and daughters
who watch their mothers and
drown in shallow while
for the "American dream"
in the polluted called the mainstream
This is for the homeless
on steam vents
making makeshift
out of cardboard and old
trying to 40 winks
in the crash of car wrecks
risking their by surviving another day
so that can starve
so that famine can carve body into a corpse
their heart stops beating
so that men in a boardroom
can it harder for them to get welfare, health care,
it's no wonder some of them pawn off their own
and time I walk 'em by
I can't but feel at fault
that maybe I didn't search myself enough
for the alt "s"
so that I could save the
Or at this little girl
up into a ball
I've spent most of my life throwing compassion
like a fish too small
cash in my reality checks
drop her spare fantasies
cause got three separate degrees
from universities,
but the most valuable thing I ever
was to believe people when say "Please."
is my voice,
there are many it,
but one is mine.
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You been real,
reamed out,
on, put down,
ever been ever rowdy at the sound
when your own breaks,
not to the time, to take the time
been seen and not heard,
you ever blurred the lines for who tried
to find some way to what you are,
as if you far from them,
at least at the of them its more than a part of them.
you been told you're too young or too old,
and there's always line
you're willing to walk by,
and you receive and then beat the deadlines
so don't try to define us cause this we' re fine.
so don't try to define us cause this time fine.
so don't try to define us this time we' re fine.
We're and we're loud and now you know why.
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Don't tell me are no heroes
This is for them, the and the men.
For Helen Keller who all odds found a voice.
For the choice Veronica made.
For Martin Luther King who stayed just long
to a dream with us.
This is for that day on the bus for Rosa Parks.
for the Joan of Arcs who believe
even in the face of sparks flame.
The political game that Louis Riel refused to
This is for the day the Lama finally goes home
For Dr. Jeffrey who alone stared down big tobacco
For Mandela who continues to go the extra mile
is for the trial that finally found a man
guilty of Medger Evers dead.
This is for everything X said,
remembered by athletes who left the Olympics
For Miller,
blacklisted for calling a witch hunt it was
For Galileo locked up he said the earth was round
For the Two Live crew who 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, city, this country.
We always have a choice.
When you up to be counted.
the world,
is my voice,
There are many it,
but one is mine