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I hear the crying of the hungry in the deserts where they're wandering.Hear them crying out for heaven's own benevolence upon them.Hear destructive power prevailing, I hear fools falsely hailing.To the crooked wits of tyrants when they call.I hear them all I hear them all I hear them allI hear the sounds of tearing pages and the roar of burning paper.All the crimes in acquisitions turn to air and ash and vapor.And the rattle of the shackle far beyond emancipators.And the loneliest who gather in their stalls.I hear them allI hear them allI hear them allSo while you sit and whistle Dixie with your money and your power.I can hear the flowers a-growin' in the rubble of the towers.I hear leaders quit their lyingI hear babies quit their crying.I hear soldiers quit their dying, one and all.I hear them allLetras de cancionesI hear them allI hear them allI hear the tender words from Zion, I hear Noah's waterfall.Hear the gentle lamb of Judah sleeping at the feet of Buddha.And the prophets from Elijah to the old Paiute Wovoka.Take their places at the table when they're called.I hear them allI hear them allI hear them all I hear them allI hear them allI hear them all I hear them allI hear them allI hear them all From Letras Mania