Luyện nghe bài hát Left Behind

Each city
Crawls dark corners
To its mortal wounds.

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

The have been brought low;
The mighty have
On the of times.

Soon, the people will
It's the Grim Reaper
Them out for crimes.

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

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

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

Now, come and search you,
Do some housecleaning,
Bibles contraband.

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

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

The demise of these
Can mean only one
To those folks behind.

Above all sounds
Is that cold bell ring -
The death of mankind.