Luyện nghe bài hát Let Us Begin

I am the son of a farmer
Western Oklahoma
I always felt grateful to live in the land of the

I gave up my father to South
The mind of my brother to
Now there's a banker who says I must give up my

There are four generations of in this topsoil
Four of love on this farm
Before I up I would gladly give up my right arm

What are we making for
Why keep on feeding the war
We take it right out of the of our babies
Take it away from the hands of the
me, what are we making weapons for

I had a son and my son was a
He was so like my father, he was so like me
To be a good comrade was the best he dreamed he could be

He gave up his to revolution
His to a battle that just can't be won
For this is not living, to at the point of a gun

I the nine hundred days of Leningrad
The sound of the dying, the cut of the
I remember the moments I prayed I would never old

What are we making for
Why keep on feeding the war
We take it right out of the of our babies
Take it away from the hands of the
Tell me, are we making weapons for

For the first time in my life I like a prisoner
A slave to the ways of the that be
And I fear for my children, as I fear for the for the I see

Tell me how can it be still fighting each other
What does it for a people to learn
If our is not sung as a chorus, we surely will burn

are we making weapons for
Why keep on the war machine
We take it right out of the mouths of our
Take it away from the hands of the
Tell me, are we making weapons for

Have we all the lives that were given
All the vows that were taken saying again
Now for the first time could be the last time
If peace is our vision let us

Have we forgotten all the that were given
All the vows that were taken saying never again, never
Now for the time this could be the last time
If is our vision, let us begin, let us begin