Luyện nghe bài hát Your Country

Your raised you, your country fed you
And just like any other country it break you
On front line send you, tax the out you
And just any other country, it will lock you, up you

Unfortunately be no judgment day
It be kind of fun to see what they would have to say
When the God they preached would be there
And all who like The Stooges would go to fucking hell

Your country raised you, country fed you
And just like any country it will break you
On front line send you, tax the out you
And just like any country, it will fuck you, up you

But even all the garbage they pour over our eyes
Does not prevent us from living most of life's

What are all these and how did they appear?
And who cut up the cake and who up all this gear?
Did it to do anything with its people's will?
I don't know, I don't know, I don't my dear

It's six in the morning, I'm down in New
Sister paintings on your wall will speak to me
And up later on we resume
To the rest of Tribal Connections

Now think about sweet baby girl

Sweet baby girl, sweet baby
Sweet baby girl, baby girl