Luyện nghe bài hát American Babylon

A thousand bloody prints stain the walls of liberty,
A stranger hides in dreams denied, his release.
I've seen this before.
I though that we would end up here,
When fascism comes as an angel of
Its license parading as tyranny drives its son.
The son of morning dominating fears, fallen men.
His body highly its coming into prominence
To its ominous warnings.
Its in blood to comprehend its origin,
For those who to remember the past are condemned to
it,
The first and the last, to dust...
History is his
And life is at its peril.
Building towers that come in men,
powers consuming us within,
They will the apostles till the end.
Enter into the silence, the dying life of America,
The brave, the slave, the grave.
The pigs dying as primitive savages,
Eating their flesh, lie rotting in dirt,
a stranger among you has challenged the course
Of inhuman existence and forces.
The of the black prince is setting the stage
In its dissension, exalting his rank,
And the innocent man will fall to hands
In the of the truth
And its reversal.
The of factions bleeds shock to the system,
For has ended today.
The nature of acts and society climbs in its place
While its re-creates and until your god is dead.
me with your pale statues, face of inhibition,
And until your reign has ended, me with your
of inquisition.
In your eyes I will come in men lines with no justice,
No order to defend, and the stone will be again...
Enter into the fire, into the gates of America,
The great, the fate, the late.