Luyện nghe bài hát Behold a Pale Rider

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go off in London,
Stirring panics creep.
The city it's shoulders,
the cracks and tries to sleep.

Split the sky red
As the oil fields to blow
And weep a heavy storm of, black rain
the earth below.

And the cried, "Sweet Mary!"
A million more tears of shame
When they saw what they had done in the name of all of hopes and fears,
When they what they became.

In hidden passes,
That will not yield.
To a soldier the Edgeware Road,
to burn the poppy-fields.

And the cried, "Sweet Mary!"
Million more tears of shame
When they saw what they had done in the name of all of their and fears,
When they realised what became.

Behold a rider
A New partisan.
20 years still with the desert
slowly through his hands.

And from the margins,
To Row Guantanamo,
You can that King's Cross countdown
As the blow.

And the cried, "Sweet Mary!"
Million more cried of shame
When they saw they had done in the name of all their hopes and fears,
When they realised they became.

Behold a rider
A New partisan.
20 years still the desert dust
Slipping slowly his hands.