Luyện nghe bài hát American Babylon

A thousand bloody prints stain the walls of liberty,
A stranger in dreams denied, awaiting his release.
I've seen picture before.
I never that we would end up here,
When fascism as an angel of light
Its license as tyranny drives forth its son.
The son of morning dominating fears, fallen 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 first and the last, to dust...
History is his
And is laughing at its peril.
towers that come forth in men,
Shifting consuming us within,
They will puzzle the till the end.
Enter into the silence, the dying life of America,
The brave, the slave, the grave.
The shattered dying as primitive savages,
Eating their flesh, they lie in dirt,
While a stranger among you has the course
Of existence and alien forces.
The of the black prince is setting the stage
In its thriving dissension, 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 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 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 will be again...
into the fire, into the bloody gates of America,
The great, the fate, the late.