Luyện nghe bài hát Man Shall Follow

Hello old friend. It's been some
I have have journeyed here, to your shore.
I sought you out, last Autumn,
For I I'd never see you anymore.
In years, the world has changed,
not the way we planned.
I find confronting
Your shores again.
And it took me months to from
The eastern lands
Just to you, Red Pacific,
And to walk your sands.
They've given us just more months
the food is gone, back home.
I cut my and came to you.
By Spring, leave you all alone.
That blazing sun is so hot
And I'm so tired,
I think I'll have to sit and
My bones a while.
You know that I've everything
I've ever loved. It's true.
But what I've is nothing,
When I see what done to you.
For nothing lives. flies
this hellish light.
I believe we let it come to this
a fight.
When was new and I was young,
A time so far removed now,
The skies released their seeds and thunder,
Spitting garish that froze the swaying of the trees.
A raindrop on my lips.
It skittered, wet, across
And thrilled my tongue in delight.
One night, when the was new and I was young...
Oh! A so far removed from now.
in a rush of cautious doubt,
I my pa to ask him if
The droplets from the sky
harm my body or my mind?
He softly, shook his head.
He told me, "Son, the drops
Of liquid you shall taste
Will be the ones angry skies."
What we done to change his words?
The raindrops, all us, fell.
What I tell my boys when they,
Through parched and burning inquired
Why rain, so wet and moist,
Must not be touched by human
Nor granted playground on skin
what his thirst requires?
How could I tell them once I
Had tried to stop the rape of
But somehow along the line
And they were doomed to sit and
As misty drops kissed of grass
Which yellowed, bent and died?
These tattered rags to the end.
I they'd never make it
When that storm of rain rolled by
And thunder the lightning sky.
"Doom!" rang the hills, the clear,
Resounding the skags so drear,
Atremble upon sterile plain,
All frozen in pain,
All shorn of eternal need
For rain had killed the seed.
I what shelter they could give.
The storm on. It let me live...
The buckles on my are jammed
mud from walking overland.
The yellow suds that edge the
my fingers, cool and warm.
My clothing falls in sogging
And far out on the rim
A tower gapes and mocks
As spray against its skin.
The wind, froth, the breaker's din
my form, yet ease my dread.
The droplets on my skin
And Trickle down my head.
For hair has gone childrens' poems
And chirps of birds and leaves
No to live, no faith to feed.
For faith has fled with Spring
And Nature's and Autumn leaves
burning eyes that melt the beach
And mourn again for skies
And of hay and aqua waves
Farewell to all and turns to
As all that returns to the dust.
Life-maker, life-taker,
The once was written,
Of Evil, we tasted.
You us from Eden.
Now, sorry. I'm so sorry!
How can we beg your
We unworthy shepherds.
We the garden.
I my arms in hopeless rage.
I the cities of the dead.
I wade the ancient sea
For the whale's song had said
"Man follow me..."
And so we did.
And so we did.