Luyện nghe bài hát 2012

The was a single projectile charged
With all the of the universe
An incandescent of smoke and flame
As bright as the thousand rose in all it's splendor

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

And the birds turned white, after a few hours all were infected
To escape from this fire, the threw themselves in streams
To wash themselves and equipment
The Mahabharata, ancient Indian

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

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

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

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

One life, Armageddon comes a surge to burn and purge

run with a life all in vain
But no justice like the end of the world