Answer: just copy this I wrote it
Explanation: me an my friends write essays and let anyone copy them
The answer is (A) describe the image of hope that is simulir to hip-hop
The able-bodied men he saw begging for money and standing in bread lines in the streets of New York led Harburg to write the song, “Brother, Can You Spare a Dime "
Explanation:
The reason for the song "brother, can you spear a dime?" comes from the enormous numbers of skilful body citizens, the people who created the country and fought the war and are now in the search of bread.
The aim was not to speak out of the bitterness and misery of the human race, but to focus on the reason for both the forgotten and loss of these people, who were vital to their country.
Answer:
Its reasons are:
Explanation:
i. fun way to learn
ii. learning from anywhere in world
iii. learning can be easily recorded and watched by students later
Her soft, pale hands had been leaning onto the wall for support in the darkness. Her eyes were strained to try to see in what seemed like a dark abyss. She could feel the warm tears cascading down her delicate face. She could see movement in the darkness, or perhaps that was trickery from her mind from the lack of sleep. She could hear sudden screams from down the hallway. Painful screams from inside the basement. Oh, how she hated the basement. She always felt like she was being watched from every angle like silent judgement from watchful eyes that weren't even there. Or were they? Her slow footsteps had turned into rapid pacing as she sprinted through the cave of a hallway. She turned left and down the East wing to the basement door. As she ran she felt like the darkness and the monotone walls mixing together like paint on a pallette. She met with a hard surface and a sharp pain throughout her body. She quickly regained her stature and twisted the knob slowly and pulled the door closer to her as it creaked in distain. She stepped down the old, wooden steps into the basement that she had dreaded since her youth. The creaking of the stairs had made her uneasy with each step she had took down. It almost felt like the walls were caving in slowly and she felt her breathing increase. She saw arms emerge out of the peeling paint on the walls. Long, strongly arms reaching out to me and grabbing my limbs. I screamed in fear, I felt like the walls were screaming with me. The arms stretched me out limb by limb until I couldn't be stretched anymore. I had whipped up from my bed, my breathing tough and rigid. My arms were gripping the sheets in fear as sweat beaded on my forehead. Just a dream.... but it wasn't a dream... it was a nightmare. My breathing had become more controlled and I slowly closed my eyes to dream once more.