Luyện nghe bài hát Into the Storm

Spoken: Into the
your mother you won't be home for Christmas this year.
say you've headed for the Promised Land.
gun in hand.

When America falls the world will with her.
When America falls the world will with her.
Sell the car and the train,
you won't need it you're going,
leave the bags, pack a thing but the clothes on your back.
food, gun and gunny sack,
with food, gun and sack,
with food, gun and sack,
for the tracks.
If one dies the journey keep riding through the night,
you'll never it if you stop to bury,
you'll never it if you wait for light.
pause to question justice,
don't take the to mourn,
have time to suffer,
after suffered the storm.

Spoken: There's be two hits
is fallen, is fallen.
You'll see it before you it,
sound some time to travel.
When the reaches your ear you will know and you will fear
the end is near.
Babylon is fallen, is
For the day comes, the night.
As we tread along the song,
of yet to come.
Ponder the thought of what you've fought.
Yeah the for you my friend has just begun.
Yeah the wind is gonna blow those (four) in
and the sound is drown you out.
I show you a mystery,
we not all sleep,
we all be changed,
the crippled, and weak.
In a moment, in the of an eye,
the last trumpet shall and the dead shall rise.
we shall all be changed.
Spoken under: (If the watchman the sword come upon the land, warns not the people)
Incorruptible we all be changed.
(His blood will I at his hand.)
Incorruptible we all be changed.
(If the sees the sword come upon the land and warns the people,)
we shall all be changed.
(he has delivered his own and shall be free.)
We shall all be free.
We, we all be free,
we be free,
we be free,
we be free.
(There are no to where we are,)
we be free.
(the to the city has yet to be craved.
so follow your fate to the Lone Star State, and join us as we along.)

in sin, sufferin', strugglin' through thick and thin.
Place your to my lips, and let's begin to weather the dreaded storm.
You been warned.
We be free,
we be free,
we be free,
we be free,
we be free,
we be free.
We be free,
we be free,
we be free,
we be free.
We be
1° + 2° excerpt from Whitman's "Song Of The Open Road"
Spoken: excerpt from "Confessions"
There is a place.
Follow me the Jordan across the desert sands.
Follow me O into the Promised Land.
Follow me over the across the Rio Grande.
Follow me into Texas into the Land.
Marching on to with gun in hand.
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the Promised Land.