Luyện nghe bài hát Man Shall Follow

Hello old friend. It's been some
Since I have have journeyed here, to shore.
I you out, this last 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 lands
to reach you, Red Pacific,
And to walk barren sands.
given us just five more months
'Til the is gone, back 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 think I'll to sit and rest
My weary a while.
You know that I've everything
That I've loved. It's true.
But what I've is nothing,
When I see what we've to you.
For nothing lives. Nothing
Beneath this light.
I can't believe we let it come to
a fight.
When was new and I was young,
A so far removed from now,
The swollen skies released seeds and thunder,
Spitting light that froze the swaying of the trees.
A splattered on my lips.
It skittered, wet, across
And my tongue in cold delight.
One night, the Earth was new and I was young...
Oh! A time so far removed 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 chuckled softly, his head.
He told me, "Son, the drops
Of liquid you shall ever
be the ones from angry skies."
What have we 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 by human tongue
Nor granted playground on Man's
Regardless his thirst requires?
How I tell them once that I
Had tried to stop the of skies
But somehow along the line
And they were doomed to sit and
As misty drops blades of grass
slowly yellowed, bent and died?
These tattered rags to the end.
I thought never make it
When storm of acid rain rolled by
And thunder the lightning sky.
"Doom!" the hills, the echo clear,
Resounding the skags so drear,
Atremble upon sterile plain,
All frozen in pain,
All shorn of their need
For rain had killed the seed.
I sought what shelter could give.
The storm on. It let me live...
The on my boots are jammed
With mud from overland.
The yellow suds that edge the
my fingers, cool and warm.
My falls in sogging 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 Trickle 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 with Spring
And love and Autumn leaves
burning eyes that melt the beach
And mourn again for skies
And fields of hay and 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 were shepherds.
We the garden.
I raise my in hopeless rage.
I the cities of the dead.
I wade the ancient sea
For the last whale's song had
"Man follow me..."
And so we did.
And so we did.