Luyện nghe bài hát American Babylon

A thousand hand prints stain the walls of liberty,
A stranger hides in dreams denied, his release.
I've seen this before.
I never though that we end up here,
When fascism as an angel of light
Its license parading as tyranny forth its son.
The son of morning fears, afflicting fallen men.
His body highly organized; its coming prominence
To bear its warnings.
Its in your to comprehend its origin,
For those who refuse to remember the past are to
it,
The and the last, dust to dust...
History is his
And is laughing at its peril.
Building towers come forth in men,
Shifting consuming us within,
They will puzzle the apostles 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, they lie in dirt,
While a among you has challenged the course
Of existence and alien forces.
The of the black prince is setting the stage
In its dissension, exalting his rank,
And the innocent man will victim to hands
In the trial of the
And its reversal.
The union of factions shock to the system,
For has ended today.
The transitional nature of acts and society climbs in its
its face re-creates and until your god is dead.
Enlighten me with pale statues, face of inhibition,
And your reign has ended, frighten me with your
of inquisition.
In your eyes I will come in men lines with no justice,
No order to defend, and the will be cast again...
Enter into the fire, the bloody gates of America,
The great, the fate, the late.