Luyện nghe bài hát 3rd Impression

Man alone, born of
stamp the dust of time
His hands strike the of his soul
Ties a to a tree and hangs the universe
the winds of laughter blows cold.

Fear that rattles in ears
And rears hideous head
.... death in the wind

Man of steel pray and
fever's blazing torch
Thrust in the face of the
Draws a if compassion
Kissed by countless
Whose jewelled trumpet blind his sight.
Walls no man thought would fall
The altars of the
.... dust in the wind

No man yields who in my ship
Danger!
Let the bridge speak
Stranger!
Load program. I am yourself.

No stands in my way
Only blood can my pain
Guardians of a new dawn
Let the of war be drawn.

Rejoice! is ours!
Our young men have not in vain,
Their graves need no
The have recorded their names.

I am all is
Negative! Primitive! Limited! I let you live!
But I you life
else could you do?
To do was right
I'm perfect! Are