Luyện nghe bài hát Man Shall Follow

Hello old friend. It's been some
Since I have have here, to your 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 eastern lands
Just to you, Red Pacific,
And to your barren sands.
given us just five more months
'Til the food is gone, 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
I've ever loved. It's true.
But what lost is nothing,
I see what 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 light that the swaying of the trees.
A raindrop on my lips.
It skittered, wet, them
And thrilled my tongue in delight.
One night, when the 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 softly, shook his head.
He me, "Son, the purest drops
Of liquid you ever taste
Will be the from angry skies."
What have we done to change his
The raindrops, all us, fell.
could I tell my boys when they,
Through parched and burning inquired
Why rain, so wet and moist,
not be touched by human tongue
Nor granted playground on skin
Regardless what his requires?
How could I them once that I
Had tried to stop the of skies
But somehow along the line
And were doomed to sit and watch
As misty drops kissed of grass
slowly yellowed, bent and died?
These tattered rags to the end.
I thought they'd never it
When that storm of acid rain by
And thunder split the sky.
"Doom!" rang the hills, the clear,
Resounding through the so drear,
Atremble that sterile plain,
All frozen in pain,
All shorn of their need
For acid had killed the seed.
I sought what they could give.
The passed on. It let me live...
The buckles on my boots are
mud from walking overland.
The yellow suds that the shore
carress my fingers, and warm.
My clothing falls in sogging
And far out on the rim
A lonely gapes and mocks
As explodes against its skin.
The wind, froth, the breaker's din
Assault my form, yet my dread.
The droplets slither on my
And down my barren head.
For hair has gone childrens' poems
And chirps of birds and Autumn
No life to live, no to feed.
For faith has with budding Spring
And love and Autumn leaves
These burning eyes that the beach
And mourn again for turquoise
And fields of hay and waves
Farewell to all and to rust
As all that lived 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 wade into the sea
For the last whale's song had
"Man shall me..."
And so we did.
And so we did.