Luyện nghe bài hát It's Alright, Ma

Darkness at the break of
Shadows the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the balloon
Eclipses both the sun and
To understand you know too soon, there is no sense in

Pointed threats, bluff with scorn
remarks are torn
From the gold mouthpiece the hollow horn
Plays wasted words to warn
That he not busy being born is dying

Temptation's page out the door
You follow, yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity
You feel to but unlike before
You discover that you'd just be one person crying

So don't fear if you
A foreign to your ear
alright, Ma, I'm only sighing

As some warn victory, some
Private reasons great or
Can be seen in the eyes of those that
To make all that should be to crawl
While others say don't nothing at all, except hatred

words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for mark
Made from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that in the dark
It's easy to see without looking too far not much is really sacred

Our preach of evil fates
teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar
Goodness hides behind its
But even the President of the States
Sometimes must have to stand

An' all the of the road have been lodged
only people's games that you got to dodge
And alright, Ma, I can make it

Advertising signs con you
Into thinking the one
That can do what's never done
That can win what's been won
Meantime life goes on all around you

You lose yourself, you
You suddenly find you got to fear
Alone you stand with near
When a trembling voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to
somebody thinks they really found you

A question in your is lit
Yet you know there is no fit
To satisfy you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not
That it is not he or she or them or it you belong to

Although the masters make the
For the men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to up to

For them that must authority
That do not respect in any degree
Who despise jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them are free
Do what do just to be
Nothing than something they invest in

While on principles baptized
To strict party platform
clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to and say, "God bless him"

While one who sings with his tongue on
Gargles in the rat choir
Bent out of shape from society's
not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the that he's in

But I mean no nor put fault
On anyone lives in a vault
But alright, Ma, if I can't please him

Old lady judges people in pairs
Limited in sex, they
To push fake morals, and stare
While doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who cares propaganda, all is phony

While that defend what they cannot see
a killer's pride, security
It blows the most bitterly
For them that think death's
Won't upon them naturally
Life sometimes get lonely

My eyes collide with stuffed graveyards
False goals, I scuff at pettiness which so rough
upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to it off
Say, "Okay, I had enough, what else can you show me?"

And if my thought could be seen
probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, life, and life only