Luyện nghe bài hát American Babylon

A thousand bloody hand stain the walls of liberty,
A hides in dreams denied, awaiting his release.
seen this picture before.
I never that we would end up here,
fascism comes as an angel of light
Its license parading as tyranny forth its son.
The son of dominating fears, afflicting fallen men.
His highly organized; its coming into prominence
To its ominous warnings.
Its in your blood to its origin,
For those who refuse to the past are condemned to
it,
The and the last, dust to dust...
is his story
And life is at its peril.
towers that come forth in men,
Shifting consuming us within,
will puzzle the apostles till the end.
Enter into the silence, the dying life of America,
The brave, the slave, the grave.
The shattered pigs as primitive savages,
Eating their flesh, they lie in dirt,
a stranger among you has challenged the course
Of inhuman existence and forces.
The birth of the black prince is the stage
In its thriving dissension, his rank,
And the innocent man fall victim to hands
In the trial of the
And its reversal.
The union of factions bleeds to the system,
For has ended today.
The nature of acts and society climbs in its place
While its face re-creates and until god is dead.
Enlighten me with pale statues, face of inhibition,
And your reign has ended, frighten me with your
of inquisition.
In your I will come forth in men lines with no justice,
No order to defend, and the stone be cast again...
Enter into the fire, into the bloody of America,
The great, the fate, the late.