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,
to the heart of things we go - beneath the wires stretched against the sky,
spitting out in desperation - stop the . . .
The wind blows down from St Hill through to Stanworth Woods,
and to the East, on this grey and pallid the lights from the rigs
blinking out across the poisoned sea, a little group of ships floating out to meet the storm
on in desperation - stop the killing . . .
Raised and bound upon the land, and the whispers in diamond
through the trees, in the of Eden . . .
Innocent still the faith we hold - our time come . . .
That which walks the corridors of power is a virus that
immune to all resistance, and every of history . . .
And all that's for us is marking crosses upon doors,
and scrawling in the golden sand before tide comes rolling in;
screaming out in - stop the killing . . .
Holding on, and out, . . .