Luyện nghe bài hát Wild on the Streets

The words of freedom on the of a snake
With a democratic face bought and paid for by the lies of the
Without a human trait well under the heels of a tyranny
A forgotten voice
And revolution is the fate of the whip and the gun
Nowhere to run is like fun
Out in the heat, on the streets
Wild on the streets, wild on the
listen to the words of a friend
To lie you have to
hey tell it again
The people pay no
We equality but what do we get
Bullets and again
Roll in your Beethoven and the death beat marches on
Nowhere to run is like fun
Out in the heat, Wild on the
Wild on the streets, wild on the
On leather jackets and broken
In of mortar and ties
These are the of our fate inscribed
twelve feet high
Here are the free men who inherit the
Here are the that died
Buried under six of dirt and the death beat marches on
Nowhere to run is nothing fun
Out in the heat, on the streets
Wild on the streets, on the streets