Luyện nghe bài hát A Broken Promised Land

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

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