Luyện nghe bài hát The Martyr

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

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

[Immortal Technique - 1]
The point of guerilla war, is not to
Its always been to make the enemy bleed
Deprivin the soldiers of the of mind that they need
Bullets are hard to telegraph when bob and they weave
The way a Guerilla War can ever be over
Is the occupation, cant afford more soldiers
Until they have to draft the last of you the service
And you refuse you dont see the purpose
The only way to counter the that are well-equipped
Is to the people fighting for freedom as terrorists
Then find a faction lookin for foreign
You stall them with power and murder any
You cant stop a revolution breathin
So to beat em they offer people the illusion of
But when youre done dreamin and 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 the start of the dawn
Thats the a Martyr is born (Mothafucka its on)
When the are rainin in the heart of a storm
the place a Martyr is born (Mothafucka its on)
Guerilla war when the army is
Thats the place a is born (Mothafucka its on)

2]
The purpose of life is a life a purpose
So Id rather die for a cause than live a life that is
I need the circus or the day of national observance
I need you to think for you and stop being a
Pawns only move a square in the game that theyre in
And it too late, like the shootin of Huey Newton
Or Lumumba and Salvador Allende
Slaughter by the power branches of their own gente
Ghandi killed by Pakistani nationals
He was assassinated by a radical
And Che Guevara, to a U.S. continent
Was sold to the C.I.A. by communists
Wasnt Yitzhak Rabin murdered by a
And Anwar Sadat a of the same violence?
X was seen as a threat to the F.B.I.
But to blast em they Muslims from the N.O.I.
Even the 35th of the Republic
Was murdered by factions of his own
So now that its proven, a soldier of Revolution
Or of an empire, disguised in a Constitution
Can not escape the or manipulation
Of the self-appointed rulers of the corporations
So Imma need every to put your hands up
Cause you can get em off your back when you stand up!

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