Luyện nghe bài hát A Broken Promised Land

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

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