Luyện nghe bài hát African

Through the eyes of a
There's no wrong or
No to hate
No need for a
No color, no
No malice, no
Till the becomes a man
Give up freedom
Hand your rights
Then your color now
You're not white
And there'll be a piece of the action
Now an African

Forget and swallow your pain
just a number now
And Boy's name
And you'll get a piece of the action
Now a working man

African, Asian, all the same
Brown, black,
all the same
Slave labor, class
What's in a
Far left, far right,
It's power crave

The politics of
The of shame
The cold abuse of human
Of torture and of
Are part of the action
When an African

The politics of more
The of greed
The cold of poverty
To keep your cheap
Are only part of the
When a working man

African, Asian, it's all the
Brown, black,
It's all the
Slave labor, class
What's in a
Far left, far right,
Far left, far right,
Far left, far right,
It's they crave

The of buying arms
there's no food to eat
The politics of gold
Instead of planting
The leader with his golf course
And his flashy
Sits playing with his diamond wrist
While the people

The of shooting down
A plane that brings
By fat men playing power
Who've got to eat
The politics of racial
The of war
The men who the guns have fun
While we all count the

One, two, three,
Thousands,
dying just to keep
Them in the

Through the of a man
There's wrong and there's
A reason to
There's for a fight
There's color, there's
There's malice, there's
When the becomes a man