Luyện nghe bài hát Man Shall Follow

Hello old friend. It's been years
Since I have journeyed here, to your shore.
I sought you out, last Autumn,
For I feared I'd see you anymore.
In years, the world has changed,
not the way we planned.
I find myself
Your ravaged again.
And it took me to travel from
The pale lands
to reach you, Red Pacific,
And to walk your sands.
given us just five more months
'Til the is gone, back home.
I cut my and came to you.
By Spring, we'll you all alone.
That sun is so damned hot
And I'm so tired,
I I'll have to sit and rest
My weary a while.
You know that lost everything
That I've loved. It's true.
But what lost is nothing,
When I see what we've to you.
For lives. Nothing flies
this hellish light.
I can't believe we let it to this
a fight.
When was new and I was young,
A time so far from now,
The swollen skies released seeds and thunder,
Spitting garish light that the swaying of the trees.
A splattered on my lips.
It skittered, wet, across
And my tongue in cold delight.
One night, when the was new and I was young...
Oh! A time so far removed now.
Then in a of cautious doubt,
I my pa to ask him if
The droplets from the sky
Could my body or my mind?
He softly, shook his head.
He told me, "Son, the drops
Of you shall ever taste
Will be the ones angry skies."
What have we done to change his
The raindrops, all us, fell.
What could I my boys when they,
Through parched and lips inquired
Why rain, so wet and moist,
Must not be touched by human
Nor granted playground on Man's
Regardless what his thirst
How could I tell once that I
Had tried to stop the rape of
But somehow failed along the
And they doomed to sit and watch
As misty drops kissed blades of
Which slowly yellowed, and died?
These tattered rags to the end.
I they'd never make it
When that of acid rain rolled by
And thunder split the sky.
"Doom!" rang the hills, the clear,
Resounding the skags so drear,
Atremble upon that plain,
All frozen in pain,
All shorn of their eternal
For acid had killed the seed.
I sought what shelter they give.
The passed 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 in sogging heaps
And far out on the rim
A tower gapes and mocks
As spray explodes its skin.
The wind, froth, the breaker's din
my form, yet ease my dread.
The droplets on my skin
And Trickle my barren head.
For has gone like childrens' poems
And chirps of birds and leaves
No to live, no faith to feed.
For faith has fled with budding
And love and Autumn leaves
These burning eyes that the beach
And mourn again for turquoise
And of hay and aqua waves
Farewell to all and to rust
As all lived returns to the dust.
Life-maker, life-taker,
The story was written,
Of Evil, we tasted.
You banished us Eden.
Now, sorry. I'm so sorry!
How can we beg pardon?
We unworthy shepherds.
We the garden.
I raise my in hopeless rage.
I curse the of the dead.
I into the ancient sea
For the last song had said
"Man shall me..."
And so we did.
And so we did.