Luyện nghe bài hát Killing

It was summer when finally came, the law of force
and upon line of machine upon machine, back into the greenwood,
closer to the heart of things we go - beneath the wires against the sky,
out in desperation - stop the killing . . .
The wind blows down St George's Hill through to Stanworth Woods,
and to the East, on this grey and pallid dawn the from the rigs
blinking out across the sea, a little group of ships floating out to meet the coming storm
on in desperation - stop the killing . . .
Raised and bound the land, and the everlasting whispers in diamond
through the trees, in the of Eden . . .
Innocent still the faith we hold - our will come . . .
That which walks the corridors of power is a that mutates;
immune to all resistance, and every turn of . . .
And all that's for us is marking crosses upon doors,
and scrawling in the golden sand before each tide rolling in;
out in desperation - stop the killing . . .
Holding on, and out, . . .