Luyện nghe bài hát Man Shall Follow

Hello old friend. It's been years
Since I have have journeyed here, to shore.
I sought you out, last Autumn,
For I I'd never see you anymore.
In thirty years, the has changed,
not the way we planned.
I myself confronting
Your ravaged again.
And it took me months to travel
The pale lands
to reach you, Red Pacific,
And to your barren sands.
They've given us just more months
'Til the food is gone, home.
I cut my share and to you.
By Spring, we'll you all alone.
That sun is so damned hot
And I'm so tired,
I think I'll have to sit and
My weary a while.
You know that I've everything
I've ever loved. It's true.
But what lost is nothing,
When I see what done to you.
For lives. Nothing flies
Beneath hellish 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 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 time so far removed now.
Then in a of cautious doubt,
I my pa to ask him if
The crystal from the sky
Could harm my body or my
He softly, shook his head.
He told me, "Son, the purest
Of liquid you shall taste
be the ones from angry skies."
What we done to change his words?
The raindrops, all us, fell.
What could I my boys when they,
parched and burning lips inquired
Why rain, so wet and moist,
not be touched by human tongue
Nor granted playground on Man's
what his thirst requires?
How could I tell them that I
Had tried to stop the rape of
But failed along the line
And they were to sit and watch
As drops kissed blades of grass
Which slowly yellowed, bent and
These rags held to the end.
I they'd 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 sterile plain,
All frozen in pain,
All shorn of their need
For acid had killed the seed.
I sought shelter they could give.
The passed on. It let me live...
The buckles on my boots are
With mud from overland.
The yellow suds that edge the
my fingers, cool and warm.
My clothing falls in heaps
And far out on the rim
A lonely tower and mocks
As spray against 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 hair has like childrens' poems
And of birds and Autumn leaves
No life to live, no to feed.
For faith has fled budding Spring
And love and Autumn leaves
These eyes that melt the beach
And mourn for turquoise skies
And of hay and aqua waves
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 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 wade the ancient sea
For the whale's song had said
"Man follow me..."
And so we did.
And so we did.