Luyện nghe bài hát Let Us Begin

I am the son of a farmer
Western 1943
I always felt grateful to live in the of the free

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

For the first in my life I feel 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 we're still each other
does it take 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 it right out of the mouths of our babies
Take it from the hands of the poor
Tell me, what are we making for

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

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