Luyện nghe bài hát Let Us Begin

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

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

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

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

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

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

I remember the nine days of Leningrad
The of the dying, the cut of the cold
I remember the moments I prayed I would grow old

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

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

me how can it be we're still fighting each other
What it take for a people to learn
If our song is not sung as a chorus, we surely burn

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

Have we forgotten all the lives that given
All the vows that were taken saying never
Now for the first time this be the last time
If peace is our let us begin

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