Luyện nghe bài hát American Babylon

A thousand bloody hand prints stain the of liberty,
A hides in dreams denied, awaiting his release.
I've seen this before.
I never that we would end up here,
When fascism as an angel of light
Its license parading as tyranny drives its son.
The son of morning dominating fears, afflicting men.
His body highly organized; its coming into
To bear its warnings.
Its in your blood to its origin,
For who refuse to remember the past are condemned to
it,
The first and the last, to dust...
History is his
And is laughing at its peril.
Building towers that come in men,
powers consuming us within,
They will the apostles till the end.
Enter the silence, into the dying life of America,
The brave, the slave, the grave.
The shattered dying as primitive savages,
Eating flesh, they lie rotting in dirt,
While a stranger 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 will fall victim to
In the trial of the
And its reversal.
The union of factions shock to the system,
For civilization has today.
The transitional nature of acts and society in its place
While its face re-creates and your god is dead.
Enlighten me your pale statues, face of inhibition,
And until 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...
into the fire, into the bloody gates of America,
The great, the fate, the late.