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 of politics
Politics a latin word
Poly meaning
And Tics meaning blood butt lumps
See, too many in countries where its
instead of ballots
Where gavels 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 forced to
So far the radar
That the underground is considered it
This is for the Ho Chi
And the Michaels
For the Marques De
And the gods
This is my
There are many it
But this one is
-- not always
Right, but got the right to be wrong
not always free
So this is just a short long
is my voice
there are like it
but one is mine
and this it's for the sons and daughters
who watch their and fathers
in shallow waters while
for the "American dream"
in the polluted called the mainstream
This is for the people
sleeping on steam
making makeshift
out of cardboard and old
to catch 40 winks
in the crash of car wrecks
risking their by surviving another day
so they can starve
so that famine can carve their body a corpse
their heart stops beating
so that men in a boardroom
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 help but feel at fault
that maybe I didn't search myself hard
for the alt "s"
so I could save the world
Or at least little girl
curled up a ball
I've spent most of my life 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 people when they say "Please."
is my voice,
there are like it,
but one is mine.
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You been real,
been out,
on, put down,
ever been been rowdy at the sound
when own heart breaks,
not to the time, to take the time
ever seen and not heard,
you ever blurred the for those who tried
to find way to define what you are,
as if you far from them,
at least at the heart of them its more than a of them.
you ever been told you're too or too old,
and there's always that
when you're to walk 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 this 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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tell me there are no heroes
This is for them, the and the men.
For Keller who against all odds found a voice.
For the choice Guerin made.
For Martin Luther King who stayed just enough
to a dream with us.
is for that day on the bus for sister Rosa Parks.
This for the Joan of who believe
in the face of sparks becoming flame.
The political game that Louis refused to play
This is for the day the Lama finally goes home
For Dr. Wigand who alone stared down big tobacco
For Nelson Mandela who continues to go the extra
This is for the trial that found a man
of shooting Medger Evers dead.
This is for everything X said,
remembered by athletes who the Olympics double-fisted
For Miller,
blacklisted for calling a witch 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 hear John Lennon play.
is for the someone who stood up today and said, "No!".
For R. Murrow who shut down McCarthy.
For Salmon Rushdie, Ghandi,
You, me, this city, country.
We will always a choice.
When you up to be counted.
the world,
is my voice,
There are like it,
but one is mine