Luyện nghe bài hát The Martyr

['Elizabeth' Movie
Im to die for my beliefs
So cut off my head and make me a
The people will always it
No. will forget

A man who walks with God, can walk
Hence.. I fear

Technique - Verse 1]
The of guerilla war, is not to succeed
Its always just to make the enemy bleed
Deprivin the soldiers of the peace of mind that they
are hard to telegraph when they bob and they weave
The only way a War can ever be over
Is when the occupation, cant afford soldiers
Until they have to draft the last of you the service
And you cause you dont see the purpose
The only way to the insurgents that are well-equipped
Is to paint the people for freedom as terrorists
find a faction lookin for foreign investments
You stall with power and murder any objections
You cant stop a revolution breathin
So to beat em they offer people the of freedom
But when youre dreamin and wake up, tortured for treason
Then you can see them, hidin behind the God believe in

Deep in the trenches in the of a war
the place a Martyr is born (Mothafucka its on)
During the night before the of the dawn
Thats the place a Martyr is (Mothafucka its on)
the gunshots are rainin in the heart of a storm
Thats the place a is born (Mothafucka its on)
war when the army is gone
Thats the place a Martyr is (Mothafucka its on)

2]
The purpose of life is a with a purpose
So Id rather die for a cause than live a that is worthless
I dont need the circus or the day of national
I need you to for you and stop being a servant
Pawns move a square in the game that theyre used in
And realise it too late, like the of Huey Newton
Or Lumumba and Salvador Allende
Slaughter by the power hungry branches of own gente
Ghandi wasnt by Pakistani nationals
He was assassinated by a Hindu
And Che Guevara, to a U.S. continent
Was sold to the C.I.A. by communists
Wasnt Yitzhak Rabin by a Zionist
And Anwar Sadat a of the same violence?
X was seen as a threat to the F.B.I.
But to blast em they used Muslims the N.O.I.
Even the President of the Republic
Was murdered by factions of his own
So now its proven, that a soldier of Revolution
Or of an empire, disguised in a Constitution
Can not escape the retribution or
Of the self-appointed rulers of the corporations
So need every generation to put your hands up
Cause you can only get em off your back you stand up!

Deep in the trenches in the of a war
Thats the a Martyr is born (Mothafucka its on)
During the night the start of the dawn
Thats the a Martyr is born (Mothafucka its on)
When the gunshots are in the heart of a storm
the place a Martyr is born (Mothafucka its on)
Guerilla war when the army is
Thats the a Martyr is born (Mothafucka its on)