Luyện nghe bài hát This Is My Voice

This is my
There are many it
But one if mine
And its a fine
When you try and the finer points of politics
Politics being a word
Poly many
And Tics meaning blood sucking lumps
See, too many live in where its
Bullets of ballots
gavels fall like mallets
When held in the hands of
judgements can be bought
As easily as children can be to covet
And the only ones willing to up
Are forced to
So far the radar
the underground is considered above it
This is for the Ho Chi
And the Colins
For the De Sades
And the muted
is my voice
There are many it
But this one is
-- We're not
Right, but we've got the to be wrong
We're not always
So this is a short story long
is my voice
there are many it
but this one is
and this time it's for the and daughters
who watch their and fathers
in shallow waters while
for the "American dream"
in the polluted creek the mainstream
This is for the homeless
sleeping on vents
making makeshift
out of and old trash
trying to 40 winks
in between the of car wrecks
risking their by surviving another day
so that can starve
so that famine can carve their into a corpse
before their heart beating
so men in a boardroom meeting
can make it for them to get welfare, health care,
it's no wonder some of them pawn off own wheelchair
and time I walk 'em by
I help but feel at fault
maybe I didn't search myself hard enough
for the alt "s"
so that I could the world
Or at least little girl
up into a ball
I've most of my life throwing compassion back
a fish that's too small
Gotta cash in my reality
drop her some fantasies
cause I've got three degrees
from universities,
but the most valuable thing I learned
was to believe people 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 been at the sound
when own heart breaks,
not to take the time, to take the
ever been and not heard,
you blurred the lines for those who tried
to find way to define what you are,
as if you far from them,
at least at the heart of its more than a part of them.
you ever been told you're too or too old,
and there's that line
when you're willing to by,
and you gotta receive and then beat the
so don't try to define us cause time we' re fine.
so don't try to define us cause this we're fine.
so don't try to define us this time we' re fine.
We're pissed and we're loud and now you why.
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tell me there are no heroes
This is for them, the and the men.
For Helen Keller who against all odds a voice.
For the Veronica Guerin made.
For Martin Luther King who stayed just enough
to share a with us.
is for that day on the bus for sister Rosa Parks.
This for the Joan of who believe
even in the face of becoming flame.
The game that Louis Riel refused to play
This is for the day the Dalai finally goes home
For Dr. Jeffrey who alone stared down big tobacco
For Nelson Mandela who continues to go the extra
This is for the that finally found a man
guilty of Medger Evers dead.
This is for Malcolm X said,
by athletes who left the Olympics double-fisted
For Miller,
blacklisted for calling a hunt what it was
For Galileo locked up because he the earth was round
For the Two Live crew who found the sound that got them in the USA.
And imagine if we could still John Lennon play.
This is for the someone who up today and said, "No!".
For Edward R. Murrow who shut McCarthy.
For Salmon Rushdie, Ghandi,
You, me, city, this 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