Luyện nghe bài hát Left Behind

Each city
Crawls into dark
To its mortal wounds.

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

The high have been brought
The mighty have
On the of times.

Soon, the people know
It's the Reaper callin'
out for their crimes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Above all sounds
Is cold church bell ring -
The knell of mankind.