Luyện nghe bài hát 2012

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

An iron thunderbolt, a messenger of death
Which reduced to the entire race
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 foodstuffs were
To escape from fire, the soldiers threw themselves in streams
To wash themselves and their
The Mahabharata, Indian text

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

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

the sun fall
The it ends, watch them all come down
We need our bombs to make the rain fire

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

One life, Armageddon comes with a to burn and purge

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