Luyện nghe bài hát Man Shall Follow

Hello old friend. It's some years
I have have journeyed here, to your shore.
I you out, this last Autumn,
For I I'd never see you anymore.
In thirty years, the has changed,
not the way we planned.
I find myself
Your ravaged again.
And it took me months to from
The eastern lands
to reach you, Red Pacific,
And to your barren sands.
They've given us just five more
the food 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 bones a while.
You know that lost everything
That I've ever loved. true.
But I've lost is nothing,
When I see what 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 skies their seeds and thunder,
Spitting garish light that the swaying of the trees.
A raindrop 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 so far removed from now.
Then in a of cautious doubt,
I my pa to ask him if
The crystal droplets the sky
Could harm my body or my
He softly, shook his head.
He me, "Son, the purest drops
Of liquid you shall ever
be the ones from angry skies."
What have we done to change his
The raindrops, all us, fell.
What could I my boys when they,
Through parched and burning lips
Why rain, so wet and moist,
Must not be touched by human
Nor granted playground on Man's
Regardless his thirst requires?
How could I tell once that I
Had tried to stop the of skies
But somehow along the line
And they were doomed to sit and
As misty kissed blades of grass
Which slowly yellowed, bent and
These rags held to the end.
I thought they'd never it
When storm of acid rain rolled by
And thunder split the sky.
"Doom!" rang the hills, the clear,
Resounding the skags so drear,
Atremble upon sterile plain,
All in majestic pain,
All shorn of eternal need
For acid had killed the seed.
I sought what shelter they give.
The storm 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 falls in sogging heaps
And far out on the rim
A lonely gapes and mocks
As spray explodes its skin.
The wind, your froth, the din
Assault my form, yet my dread.
The droplets slither on my
And down my barren head.
For hair has like childrens' poems
And chirps of and Autumn leaves
No life to live, no to feed.
For faith has fled with Spring
And Nature's and Autumn leaves
These burning eyes that the beach
And mourn for turquoise skies
And of hay and aqua waves
to all and turns 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 were shepherds.
We the garden.
I raise my arms in rage.
I the cities of the dead.
I into the ancient sea
For the whale's song had said
"Man shall me..."
And so we did.
And so we did.