Luyện nghe bài hát A Broken Promised Land

See the red "messiah" upon a soap-box pulpit
Agitating his apostles with the gospels in his
apprentice hitlers gather down in inner city subways
To immortalise ignorance with aerosol spray cans.
Life is the - History our tutor
Learn the past - preserve us a future.
So causes I could die for - but I don't know which is right
In this millenia of martyrs and injustices to
Why must brother his brother - when united they should stand?
Men by swords and divided in our broken promised land.
tattered battle standards fly - their colours do not run
Unlike our tears trickle down the decades soon to come.
You promised us a "Golden Age" - we wait to try it
But never told us of the we'd have to shed to buy it!

We are forth with nothing we struggle for nothing
And then unto return.
Though their words have no meaning - to them: "Treason!"
Look back - watch the pages of burn
Our Devil has two wings (both left and right)
They carry him far on anarchic flight
'Til the fools of all nations now at his
darkness to once green (now unpleasant) lands.
The voices on your TV are like in a dream
Someone else's in a place you've never been
But the streets run red Tianneman Square - and the blood won't wash away
You don't recognise their faces - so young and they stay.
You've had to answer to the barrel of a gun
So how could you expect... (expect was to come?)
In the streets of Moscow - and in tenements in Moss Side
There are people using silver tongues to turn dissenting
How can the dissatisfaction of some left or wing faction
Hope to justify the bombs that burst - the innocents burn.
We move in vicious circles as we fan the fires of
And laugh as the 'Four Horsemen' clamour at the gate.
REPEAT
us a future.