Luyện nghe bài hát Killing

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