Luyện nghe bài hát A Broken Promised Land

See the red "messiah" upon a soap-box pulpit
Agitating his apostles the gospels in his hand
While hitlers gather down in inner city subways
To immortalise their ignorance with aerosol cans.
Life is the lesson - History our
from the past - preserve us a future.
So many causes I could die for - but I don't which is right
In this millenia of martyrs and injustices to
Why must brother his brother - when united they should stand?
Men by and words divided in our broken promised land.
These 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 couldn't 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 unto nothing return.
Though their words have no meaning - to them: "Treason!"
back - watch the pages of history burn
Our Devil has two wings (both wing and right)
They carry him far on anarchic flight
'Til the fools of all nations now at his
Bring darkness to green (now unpleasant) lands.
The voices on TV are like whispers in a dream
Someone else's nightmares in a place you've been
But the streets run red round Tianneman Square - and the won't wash away
You don't recognise their faces - so young and they stay.
You've never had to answer to the 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 silver tongues to turn dissenting worms
How can the of some left or right wing 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 clamour at the starter's gate.
CHORUS
us a future.