Luyện nghe bài hát American Babylon

A thousand bloody hand stain the walls of liberty,
A stranger in dreams denied, awaiting his release.
I've seen picture 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 dominating fears, afflicting men.
His body highly its coming into prominence
To its ominous warnings.
Its in your to comprehend its origin,
For who refuse 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,
Shifting powers us within,
They will puzzle the till the end.
Enter into the silence, into the 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 challenged the
Of existence and alien forces.
The birth of the black prince is the stage
In its dissension, exalting 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 civilization has today.
The transitional of acts and society climbs in its place
While its face and until your god is dead.
Enlighten me with your statues, face of inhibition,
And your reign has ended, frighten me with your
of inquisition.
In your eyes I will forth in men lines with no justice,
No order to defend, and the will be cast again...
Enter into the fire, into the bloody of America,
The great, the fate, the late.