Luyện nghe bài hát Fertile Fields

Sometimes those simple things turn the trick no more
And our self-important they all lie shattered on the floor
the proletariat receives his royalty
And as the rages on and on I wish it wasn't me
And it so cruel
The one breaking up
the winter finds it's worth
As we glide the earth
Now the trees are swept aside by and sheets of rain
And the fertile fields once gilded now withered and refrained
She who longs for feels instead a savage thrust
And the ashen sky ever darker as dawn gives way to dust
As we set our upon the earth
Feast on the dead no life remains
Forward towards a end we squander never gain