Luyện nghe bài hát A Broken Promised Land

See the red "messiah" high upon a pulpit
Agitating his apostles the gospels in his hand
While apprentice hitlers gather down in city subways
To immortalise their with aerosol spray cans.
Life is the lesson - History our
Learn from the past - us a future.
So many causes I die for - but I don't know which is right
In this of martyrs and injustices to fight
Why must brother kill his brother - when united they should
Men by swords and words in our broken promised land.
These battle standards fly - their colours do not run
Unlike our tears that trickle the decades soon to come.
You us a "Golden Age" - we couldn't wait to try it
But never told us of the blood we'd have to to buy it!

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