Luyện nghe bài hát 2012

The weapon was a single charged
all the power of the universe
An incandescent column of and flame
As bright as the suns rose in all it's splendor

An iron thunderbolt, a messenger of death
Which reduced to ashes the entire
The corpses so burned as to be unrecognizable.
The hair and nails out, pottery broke without apparent cause

And the birds turned white, after a few hours all foodstuffs infected
To escape from this fire, the soldiers threw themselves in
To themselves and their equipment
The Mahabharata, Indian text

The past is the past isn't it?
Or is there so much more history, too old to be told
Blocks of faith, power and greed could not a chance
Would be taken to their

I've read the accounts of mushroom clouds of four years
Past and the flight of Viminas and structures in such a way
That just may out our fate
Reduced to tourist sites, so be the maps of

the sun fall
The year it ends, watch them all down
We won't need our bombs to make the fire

All tongues, all
Correspond on the sun's fall
You can't use your greed to buy your way

One life, Armageddon comes with a to burn and purge

run with a life all in vain
But there's no like the end of the world