Luyện nghe bài hát Man Shall Follow

Hello old friend. It's some years
Since I have journeyed here, to your shore.
I you out, this last Autumn,
For I feared I'd see you anymore.
In years, the world has changed,
not the way we planned.
I myself confronting
ravaged shores again.
And it took me to travel from
The pale lands
Just to you, Red Pacific,
And to walk your sands.
They've given us just five months
'Til the is gone, back home.
I cut my and came to you.
By Spring, leave you all alone.
blazing sun is so damned hot
And I'm so tired,
I think I'll have to sit and
My bones a while.
You know that I've lost
I've ever loved. It's true.
But I've lost is nothing,
When I see what done to you.
For lives. Nothing flies
Beneath hellish light.
I believe we let it come to this
a fight.
When was new and I was young,
A time so far from now,
The swollen skies their seeds and thunder,
Spitting garish light froze the swaying of the trees.
A raindrop on my lips.
It skittered, wet, them
And thrilled my in cold delight.
One night, when the was new and I was young...
Oh! A time so far from 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 purest
Of liquid you shall ever
Will be the from angry skies."
What we done to change his words?
The raindrops, all us, fell.
What could I tell my when they,
Through parched and burning inquired
Why rain, so wet and moist,
Must not be touched by human
Nor granted playground on Man's
Regardless what his thirst
How could I tell once that I
Had tried to stop the rape of
But somehow failed the line
And were doomed to sit and watch
As drops kissed blades of grass
slowly yellowed, bent and died?
These tattered held to the end.
I thought they'd make it
that storm of acid rain rolled by
And thunder the lightning sky.
"Doom!" rang the hills, the clear,
through the skags so drear,
Atremble that sterile plain,
All frozen in pain,
All shorn of eternal need
For rain had killed the seed.
I sought what they could give.
The storm on. It let me live...
The buckles on my boots are
With mud from overland.
The yellow suds that the shore
carress my fingers, and warm.
My clothing falls in heaps
And far out on the rim
A lonely gapes and mocks
As spray against its skin.
The wind, froth, the breaker's din
Assault my form, yet my dread.
The droplets on my skin
And Trickle down my head.
For hair has gone childrens' poems
And chirps of birds and leaves
No life to live, no to feed.
For faith has fled budding Spring
And Nature's love and Autumn
These burning eyes melt the beach
And mourn for turquoise skies
And of hay and aqua waves
Farewell to all and turns to
As all that 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 arms in rage.
I curse the of the dead.
I into the ancient sea
For the last song had said
"Man follow me..."
And so we did.
And so we did.