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 inner subways
To their ignorance with aerosol spray cans.
Life is the - History our tutor
from the past - preserve us a future.
So many causes I could die for - but I don't know is right
In this millenia of and injustices to fight
Why brother kill his brother - when united they should stand?
Men by swords and words divided in our promised land.
These battle standards fly - their colours do not run
Unlike our tears that trickle down the soon to come.
You us a "Golden Age" - we couldn't 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 unto nothing return.
Though words have no meaning - to question them: "Treason!"
Look back - watch the of history burn
Our has two wings (both left wing and right)
They carry him far on this anarchic
the fools of all nations now at his commmand
Bring darkness to once (now unpleasant) lands.
The voices on your TV are like whispers in a
else's nightmares in a place 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 could you expect... (expect was to come?)
In the troubled streets of Moscow - and in tenements in Side
There are people using tongues to turn dissenting worms
How can the dissatisfaction of some or right wing faction
Hope to justify the bombs that - 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.