Luyện nghe bài hát American Babylon

A thousand bloody hand stain the walls of liberty,
A stranger hides in dreams denied, his release.
I've this picture before.
I though that we would end up here,
fascism comes as an angel of light
Its license parading as drives forth its son.
The son of morning dominating fears, afflicting men.
His body highly organized; its into prominence
To bear its warnings.
Its in your to comprehend its origin,
For those who refuse to remember the are condemned to
it,
The and the last, dust to dust...
is his story
And is laughing at its peril.
Building towers that come in men,
Shifting consuming us within,
will puzzle the apostles till the end.
Enter into the silence, into the life of America,
The brave, the slave, the grave.
The pigs dying as primitive savages,
Eating flesh, they lie rotting in dirt,
While a stranger among you has challenged the
Of inhuman and alien forces.
The birth of the black prince is setting the
In its thriving dissension, his rank,
And the innocent man will fall victim to
In the trial of the
And its reversal.
The union of bleeds shock to the system,
For civilization has today.
The transitional nature of acts and society climbs in its
While its re-creates and until your god is dead.
Enlighten me with your pale statues, of inhibition,
And until your reign has ended, frighten me with
of inquisition.
In your I will come forth in men lines with no justice,
No order to defend, and the will be cast again...
Enter into the fire, into the gates of America,
The great, the fate, the late.