Luyện nghe bài hát Left Behind

Each city
Crawls dark corners
To lick its wounds.

The picture's not
As the stark mourners
Mumble dirge-like tunes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The demise of towns
Can mean one thing
To folks left behind.

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