Luyện nghe bài hát The Martyr

['Elizabeth' intro]
Im content to die for my
So cut off my head and make me a
The people will remember it
No. They forget

A man who walks with God, can walk
Hence.. I nothing

[Immortal - Verse 1]
The point of war, is not to succeed
Its been just to make the enemy bleed
Deprivin the soldiers of the peace of mind they need
Bullets are hard to telegraph when they bob and they
The only way a Guerilla War can be over
Is the occupation, cant afford more soldiers
Until they have to draft the of you into the service
And you refuse cause you dont see the
The way to counter the insurgents that are well-equipped
Is to the people fighting for freedom as terrorists
Then a faction lookin for foreign investments
You stall them with power and murder any
You stop a revolution from 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 they in

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

2]
The purpose of life is a life with a
So Id rather die for a than live a life that is worthless
I dont the circus or the day of national observance
I need you to for you and stop being a servant
Pawns only move a in the game that theyre used in
And realise it too late, like the shootin of Newton
Or Lumumba and Salvador Allende
Slaughter by the hungry branches of their own gente
Ghandi wasnt killed by nationals
He was assassinated by a Hindu
And Che Guevara, rebel to a U.S.
Was to the C.I.A. by Bolivian communists
Wasnt Rabin murdered by a Zionist
And Sadat a victim of the same violence?
Malcolm X was as a threat to the F.B.I.
But to blast em used Muslims from the N.O.I.
the 35th President of the Republic
Was murdered by of his own government
So now that its proven, that a of Revolution
Or of an empire, disguised in a Constitution
Can not the retribution or manipulation
Of the self-appointed rulers of the corporations
So Imma need every to put your hands up
you can only get em off your back when you stand up!

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