Luyện nghe bài hát Into the Storm

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

When America falls the world will fall her.
When America falls the will fall with her.
the car and take the train,
you won't it where you're going,
leave the bags, don't a thing but the clothes on your back.
food, gun and gunny sack,
with food, gun and sack,
food, gun and gunny sack,
for the tracks.
If one dies along the keep riding through the night,
never make it if you stop to bury,
you'll never make it if you 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,
takes some time to travel.
When the reaches your ear you will know and you will fear
the end is near.
is fallen, is fallen
For the day comes, the night.
As we along the darker song,
of yet to come.
Ponder the thought of what you've fought.
Yeah the journey for you my has just begun.
the wind is gonna blow those (four) walls in
and the sound is gonna you out.
Behold I 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 sound and the dead shall rise.
we shall all be changed.
Spoken under: (If the watchman sees the sword come upon the land, not the people)
Incorruptible we all be changed.
(His blood I require at his hand.)
we shall all be changed.
(If the watchman sees the sword come 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 roads to 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.)

Born in sin, sufferin', strugglin' thick and thin.
Place your lips to my lips, and let's begin to the dreaded storm.
You have 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.
me over the Jordan across the Rio Grande.
Follow me into Texas into the Land.
on to Zion with gun in hand.
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Into the Land.