Luyện nghe bài hát This Is My Voice

This is my
are many like it
But this one if
And its a fine
When you try and the finer points of politics
Politics being a word
Poly many
And Tics meaning sucking butt lumps
See, too many live in where its
Bullets instead of
Where gavels fall mallets
When in the hands of those
Whose can be bought
As easily as children can be to covet
And the only ones willing to up
Are forced to
So far under the
That the is considered above it
This is for the Ho Chi
And the Colins
For the De Sades
And the muted
This is my
There are like it
But this one is
-- We're not
Right, but we've got the right to be
not always free
So this is a short story long
is my voice
there are like it
but this one is
and this time it's for the and daughters
who watch their mothers and
drown in shallow while
for the "American dream"
in the creek called the mainstream
is for the homeless people
sleeping on vents
makeshift tents
out of and old trash
to catch 40 winks
in between the of car wrecks
risking their by surviving another day
so that they can
so that famine can their body into a corpse
their heart stops beating
so men in a boardroom meeting
can make it for them to get welfare, health care,
it's no wonder of them pawn off their own wheelchair
and every I walk 'em by
I can't help but at fault
that maybe I didn't myself hard enough
for the alt "s"
so that I could the world
Or at least this little
curled up into a
I've most of my life throwing compassion back
like a that's too small
Gotta cash in my reality
drop her some spare
cause I've got three degrees
from universities,
but the most valuable thing I learned
was to believe when they 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 ever been 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 for those who tried
to find some way to what you are,
as if you far from them,
at least at the heart of them its more a part of them.
you ever been you're too young or too old,
and there's always that
you're willing to walk by,
and you gotta and then beat the deadlines
so don't try to define us this time we' re fine.
so don't try to define us cause this time fine.
so don't try to define us cause time we' re fine.
We're and we're loud and now you know 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 found a voice.
For the choice Veronica made.
For Martin Luther who stayed just long enough
to share a dream us.
This is for day on the bus for sister Rosa Parks.
This for the Joan of Arcs who
in the face of sparks becoming flame.
The political that Louis Riel refused to play
This is for the day the Dalai Lama finally home
For Dr. Wigand who alone stared down big tobacco
For Nelson Mandela who continues to go the extra
is for the trial that finally found a man
guilty of Medger Evers dead.
This is for Malcolm X said,
remembered by who left the Olympics double-fisted
For Miller,
blacklisted for calling a hunt what it was
For Galileo locked up because he said the was round
For the Two Live crew who found the sound got them banned in the USA.
And imagine if we could still John Lennon play.
This is for the who stood up today and said, "No!".
For R. Murrow who shut down McCarthy.
For Salmon Rushdie, Ghandi,
You, me, city, this country.
We will always a choice.
you stand up to be counted.
the world,
is my voice,
There are like it,
but one is mine