Luyện nghe bài hát Karn Evil 9 Third Impression

Man alone; born of
Will stamp the of time
His hands strike the of his soul;
a rope to a tree and hangs the universe
Until the winds of blows cold.

that rattles in men's ears
And rears hideous head
.... death .... in the wind ....

Man of pray and kneel
With blazing torch
in the face of the night;
Draws a of compassion
Kissed by countless
Whose jewelled trumpet blind his sight.

Walls that no man thought would
The of the just
Crushed .... .... in the wind ....

No man yields who in my ship
Danger!
Let the bridge speak
Stranger!
your program. I am yourself.

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

Rejoice! is ours!
Our men have not died in vain,
Their graves need no
The tapes have recorded names.

I am all is
Negative! primitive! limited! I let you live!
But I you life
else could you do?
To do what was
I'm perfect! are