Luyện nghe bài hát A Broken Promised Land

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

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