Текст песни Linkin Park - Hands Held High
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Текст песни Linkin Park - Hands Held High
Turn mymic up louder I got to say somethin.Lightweights step it aside when we come inFeel it in your chest, the syllables get pumpinPeople on the street they panic and start running.Words on loose leaf sheet complete coming.I jump in my mind and summon the rhyme i'm dumping.Healing the blind I promise to let the sun in( )Sick of the dark ways we march to the drum andJump when they tell us that they wanna to see jumping.F**k that, I wanna see some fist pumping.risk something, take back what's yourssay something that you know they might attack you forcause I'm sick of being treated like I have beforelike it's stupid standing for what I'm standing for.Like this war's really just a different brand of war.Like it doesn't cater to rich and abandon poor.Like they understand you in the back of the jet, when youcan't put gas in your tank, and these f**kers arelaughing their way to the bank, cashing the checkasking you to have compassion, AND have SOME respectfor a leader so nervous in an obvious wayStuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replayand the rest of the world watching at the end of the dayin the living room laughing like "what did he say?"Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, AmenIn my living room watching, I am not laughing, Cause when it gets tense I know what might happenThe world is cold, the bold men take actionhave to react or get blown into fractions.Ten years old, it's something to see, another kid my age drug under a jeep,taken and bound, and found later under a tree,I wonder if he had thought the next one could be me.Do you see, the soldiers, they're out today theyBrush the dust from bulletproof vests away.It's ironic, at times like this you pray,but a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday.There's bombs on the buses, bikes, roads,inside your market,your shops, your clothes,My dad, He's got a lot of fear I knowbut enough pride inside not to let that show.My brother had a book he would hold with prideA little red cover with a broken spine.On the back, he hand wrote a quote inside:"when the rich wage war, it's the poor who die"And meanwhile, the leader just talks awayStuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replayand the rest of the world watching at the end of the dayboth scared and angry like "what did he say?"Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen.With hands held high into a sky so blueas the ocean opens up to swallow you.With hands held high into a sky so blueas the ocean opens up to swallow you.With hands held high into a sky so blueas the ocean opens up to swallow you.With hands held high into a sky so blueas the ocean opens up to swallow you.With hands held high into a sky so blueas the ocean opens up to swallow you.With hands held high into a sky so blueas the ocean opens up to swallow you.