Luyện nghe bài hát Killing

It was when they finally came, the law of force
and line line of machine upon machine, back into the greenwood,
closer to the heart of we go - beneath the wires stretched against the sky,
spitting out in desperation - the killing . . .
The blows down from St George's Hill through to Stanworth Woods,
and to the East, on this grey and pallid dawn the lights the rigs
blinking out across the poisoned sea, a little group of floating out to meet the coming storm
on in desperation - stop the killing . . .
Raised and bound upon the land, and the whispers in diamond
through the trees, in the breath of . . .
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 left for us is marking upon doors,
and in the golden sand before each tide comes rolling in;
screaming out in - stop the killing . . .
on, and out, forever . . .