Luyện nghe bài hát Left Behind

Each defeated
Crawls dark corners
To lick its wounds.

The picture's not
As the stark mourners
Mumble their tunes.

The high have been low;
The have fallen
On the of times.

Soon, the people will
It's the Grim callin'
out for their crimes.

It's the old story,
Just category,
Just before He
time.

This keeps revolving,
But not evolving -
No closer to
crimes.

was a virtue,
Honor had meaning,
And men ruled the land.

Now, they and search you,
Do spring housecleaning,
Call contraband.

the same old story,
Just category,
like before He
time.

This keeps revolving,
But we're not -
No to solving
crimes.

The demise of towns
Can only one thing
To those left behind.

all other sounds
Is that cold church ring -
The knell of mankind.