Luyện nghe bài hát Karn Evil 9: 1st Impression - Pt1

Man alone, of stone,
stamp the dust of time
His hands strike the of his soul;
Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the
Until the winds of blows cold.

Fear that rattles in men's
And its hideous head
Dread ... Death ... in the ...

Man of steel and kneel
With fever's torch
Thrust in the face of the
Draws a blade of
by countless Kings
Whose jewelled trumpet blind his sight.

that no man thought would fall
The altars of the
Crushed ... ... in the wind ...

No man yields who in my ship
DANGER!
Let the computer speak
STRANGER!
LOAD PROGRAM. I AM YOURSELF.

No stands in my way
Only blood can my pain
of a new clear dawn
Let the of war be drawn.

Rejoice! is ours!
Our young men have not in vain,
Their need no flowers
The have recorded their names.

I am all is
NEGATIVE! PRIMITIVE! LIMITED! I LET YOU LIVE!
But I gave you
ELSE COULD YOU DO?
To do was right
I'M PERFECT! ARE