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 south for the Land.
gun in hand.

When America falls the world will with 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, 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 along the journey riding through the night,
you'll never make it if you to bury,
you'll never make it if you for light.
Don't pause to justice,
take the time to mourn,
we'll time to suffer,
after suffered the storm.

There's gonna be two hits
is fallen, is fallen.
You'll see it you hear it,
sound takes time to travel.
When the noise reaches ear you will know and you will fear
the end is near.
is fallen, is fallen
For the day comes, the night.
As we tread along the song,
of yet to come.
Ponder the thought of little you've fought.
Yeah the journey for you my has just begun.
Yeah the wind is gonna blow (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 trumpet shall sound and the dead shall rise.
we shall all be changed.
Spoken under: (If the watchman sees the sword come the land, warns not the people)
we shall all be changed.
(His will I require at his hand.)
Incorruptible we all be changed.
(If the watchman sees the 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 roads to we are,)
we be free.
(the path to the has yet to be craved.
so follow fate to the Lone Star State, and join us as we sing along.)

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