Luyện nghe bài hát Into the Storm

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

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

Spoken: There's be two hits
is fallen, is fallen.
You'll see it before you it,
sound takes some 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.
the thought of what little you've fought.
Yeah the journey for you my friend has begun.
Yeah the wind is blow those (four) walls 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 sound and the shall rise.
Incorruptible we all be changed.
Spoken under: (If the watchman the sword come upon the land, warns not the people)
we shall all be changed.
(His blood will I at his hand.)
Incorruptible we all be changed.
(If the watchman sees the come upon the land and warns the people,)
Incorruptible we all be changed.
(he has delivered his own soul and be free.)
Spoken: We 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 path to the has yet to be craved.
so follow your to the Lone Star State, and join us as we sing along.)

Born in sin, sufferin', strugglin' thick and thin.
Place lips 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° spoken: excerpt Whitman's "Song Of The Open Road"
Spoken: excerpt from "Confessions"
Spoken: is a place.
Follow me over the across the desert sands.
Follow me O Israel the Promised Land.
me over the Jordan across the Rio Grande.
Follow me into into the Promised Land.
Marching on to Zion gun in hand.
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the Promised Land.