Luyện nghe bài hát Man Shall Follow

Hello old friend. been some years
Since I have journeyed here, to your shore.
I sought you out, this Autumn,
For I I'd never see you anymore.
In years, the world has changed,
not the way we planned.
I myself confronting
ravaged shores again.
And it took me months to travel
The pale eastern
Just to you, Red Pacific,
And to walk your sands.
They've us just five more months
'Til the is gone, back home.
I cut my share and to you.
By Spring, leave you all alone.
That sun is so damned hot
And I'm so tired,
I think have to sit and rest
My weary a while.
You know I've lost everything
That ever loved. It's true.
But what lost is nothing,
I see what we've done to you.
For nothing lives. flies
Beneath this light.
I can't believe we let it to this
a fight.
When was new and I was young,
A so far removed from now,
The swollen skies their seeds and thunder,
Spitting garish light that froze the of the trees.
A splattered on my lips.
It skittered, wet, them
And thrilled my tongue in delight.
One night, the Earth was new and I was young...
Oh! A time so far from now.
Then in a of cautious doubt,
I my pa to ask him if
The droplets from the sky
harm my body or my mind?
He chuckled softly, his head.
He told me, "Son, the purest
Of you shall ever taste
Will be the ones from skies."
What have we done to change his
The raindrops, all us, fell.
What could I my boys when they,
Through parched and burning inquired
Why rain, so wet and moist,
Must not be by human tongue
Nor granted on Man's skin
Regardless what his requires?
How could I tell them that I
Had tried to the rape of skies
But somehow failed the line
And they were doomed to sit and
As misty drops blades of grass
Which slowly yellowed, bent and
These rags held to the end.
I they'd never make it
When storm of acid rain rolled by
And thunder the lightning sky.
"Doom!" the hills, the echo clear,
Resounding through the so drear,
Atremble upon that plain,
All in majestic pain,
All shorn of eternal need
For acid had killed the seed.
I sought what shelter they give.
The passed on. It let me live...
The buckles on my boots are
With mud from overland.
The yellow suds edge the shore
my fingers, cool and warm.
My clothing falls in heaps
And far out on the rim
A lonely gapes and mocks
As explodes against its skin.
The wind, your froth, the din
Assault my form, yet my dread.
The droplets on my skin
And Trickle down my head.
For has gone like childrens' poems
And of birds and Autumn leaves
No life to live, no to feed.
For faith has fled budding Spring
And Nature's love and leaves
These eyes that melt the beach
And mourn again for turquoise
And fields of hay and aqua
Farewell to all and turns to
As all lived 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 pardon?
We unworthy shepherds.
We the garden.
I raise my arms in rage.
I curse the of the dead.
I wade into the sea
For the last song had said
"Man shall me..."
And so we did.
And so we did.