Luyện nghe bài hát A Broken Promised Land

See the red "messiah" high a soap-box pulpit
Agitating his with the gospels in his hand
While hitlers gather down in inner city subways
To immortalise their with aerosol spray cans.
is the lesson - History our tutor
Learn from the - 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 brother kill his brother - when united they should stand?
Men by and words divided in our broken promised land.
These tattered battle standards fly - their do not run
Unlike our that trickle down the decades soon to come.
You promised us a "Golden Age" - we couldn't to try it
But never told us of the we'd have to shed to buy it!

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