Luyện nghe bài hát American Babylon

A thousand bloody hand stain the walls of liberty,
A stranger hides in dreams denied, his release.
I've this picture before.
I never though that we end up here,
When fascism as an angel of light
Its license as tyranny drives forth its son.
The son of morning dominating fears, afflicting men.
His body highly organized; its coming prominence
To bear its warnings.
Its in blood 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,
powers 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 pigs dying as primitive savages,
Eating their flesh, lie rotting in dirt,
While a stranger among you has challenged the
Of inhuman and alien 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 civilization has today.
The transitional of acts and society climbs in its place
While its re-creates and until your god is dead.
Enlighten me with your statues, face of inhibition,
And until your reign has ended, me with your
of inquisition.
In your I will come forth in men lines with no justice,
No to defend, and the stone will be cast again...
Enter into the fire, into the bloody of America,
The great, the fate, the late.