Luyện nghe bài hát A Broken Promised Land

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

We are brought forth with we struggle for nothing
And then unto return.
Though their words have no meaning - to question "Treason!"
back - watch the pages of history burn
Our Devil has two wings (both wing and right)
carry him far on this anarchic flight
'Til the fools of all now at his commmand
Bring darkness to once (now unpleasant) lands.
The voices on your TV are whispers in a dream
Someone nightmares in a place you've never been
But the streets run red round Tianneman - and the blood won't wash away
You don't their faces - so young and dead they stay.
You've never had to 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 tongues to turn dissenting worms
How can the dissatisfaction of some left or right faction
Hope to justify the bombs burst - the innocents that burn.
We move in vicious circles as we fan the of hate
And laugh as the 'Four clamour at the starter's gate.
REPEAT
us a future.