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 of my brother to Vietnam
Now there's a who says I must give up my land

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

What are we weapons for
Why keep on the war machine
We take it out of the mouths of our babies
Take it away from the of the poor
Tell me, 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 good was the best that he dreamed he could be

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

I remember the nine hundred of Leningrad
The of the dying, the cut of the cold
I remember the moments I I would never grow old

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

For the first time in my life I like a prisoner
A to the ways of the powers 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 does it take for a people to
If our is not sung as a chorus, we surely will burn

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

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

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