Luyện nghe bài hát 2012

The weapon was a single charged
With all the 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 to ashes the entire race
The corpses were so as to be unrecognizable.
The hair and nails fell out, pottery broke without apparent

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

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

I've read the accounts of mushroom clouds of thousand 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 of civilization

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

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

One life, Armageddon with a surge to burn and purge

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