Luyện nghe bài hát 2012

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

One life, Armageddon with a surge to burn and purge

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