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 thousand suns rose in all it's

An iron thunderbolt, a gigantic of death
Which reduced to the entire race
The corpses were so as to be unrecognizable.
The hair and nails fell out, broke without apparent cause

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

The past is just the 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 knees

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

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

All tongues, all
Correspond on the fifth sun's
You use your greed to buy your way back

One life, Armageddon comes with a surge to burn and

Materialists run with a all in vain
But there's no justice like the end of the