Luyện nghe bài hát 3rd Impression

Man alone, born of
stamp the dust of time
His strike the flame of his soul
a rope to a tree and hangs the universe
Until the of laughter blows cold.

Fear that in men's ears
And rears it's hideous
Dread .... in the wind

Man of steel pray and
With fever's torch
Thrust in the of the night
Draws a blade if
Kissed by countless
Whose jewelled words blind his sight.
Walls no man thought would fall
The of the just
Crushed .... dust in the

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

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

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

I am all is
Negative! Primitive! Limited! I let you live!
But I gave you
What else you do?
To do what was
I'm perfect! Are