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, last Autumn,
For I feared I'd see you anymore.
In thirty years, the has changed,
not the way we planned.
I myself confronting
Your shores again.
And it took me to travel from
The eastern lands
Just to you, Red Pacific,
And to your barren sands.
They've given us just more months
'Til the food is gone, home.
I cut my and came to you.
By Spring, leave 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 I've lost is nothing,
When I see we've done to you.
For nothing lives. Nothing
this hellish light.
I can't we let it come to this
a fight.
When was new and I was young,
A time so far removed now,
The swollen released their seeds and thunder,
Spitting garish that froze the swaying of the trees.
A splattered on my lips.
It skittered, wet, across
And thrilled my in cold delight.
One night, the Earth was new and I was young...
Oh! A time so far from now.
Then in a rush of doubt,
I my pa to ask him if
The crystal from the sky
Could harm my or my mind?
He chuckled softly, his head.
He told me, "Son, the drops
Of you shall ever taste
Will be the ones from skies."
What we done to change his words?
The raindrops, all us, fell.
could I tell my boys when they,
Through parched and lips inquired
Why rain, so wet and moist,
Must not be touched by tongue
Nor playground on Man's skin
what his thirst requires?
How could I tell them that I
Had tried to stop the of skies
But failed along the line
And they doomed to sit and watch
As misty kissed blades of grass
Which yellowed, bent and died?
tattered rags held to the end.
I thought never make it
that storm of acid rain rolled by
And split the lightning sky.
"Doom!" rang the hills, the clear,
Resounding the skags so drear,
Atremble upon that plain,
All frozen in pain,
All of their eternal need
For acid had killed the seed.
I what shelter they could give.
The storm on. It let me live...
The buckles on my boots are
With mud walking overland.
The suds that edge the shore
my fingers, cool and warm.
My falls in sogging heaps
And far out on the rim
A lonely gapes and mocks
As spray explodes its skin.
The wind, froth, the breaker's din
Assault my form, yet my dread.
The slither on my skin
And down 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 Nature's and Autumn leaves
These burning eyes melt the beach
And again for turquoise skies
And fields of hay and aqua
Farewell to all and to rust
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 your
We were shepherds.
We the garden.
I raise my in hopeless rage.
I curse the of the dead.
I wade into the sea
For the last whale's had said
"Man shall me..."
And so we did.
And so we did.