Luyện nghe bài hát Man Shall Follow

Hello old friend. It's been some
Since I have journeyed here, to your 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 find myself
Your shores again.
And it me months to travel from
The pale lands
to reach you, Red Pacific,
And to walk barren sands.
They've us just five more months
the food is gone, back home.
I cut my and came to you.
By Spring, we'll you all alone.
blazing sun is so damned hot
And I'm so tired,
I I'll have to sit and rest
My bones a while.
You know that lost everything
That I've loved. It's true.
But what I've is nothing,
When I see what done to you.
For nothing lives. Nothing
Beneath hellish light.
I can't believe we let it to this
a fight.
When was new and I was young,
A time so far from now,
The swollen released their seeds and thunder,
Spitting light that froze the swaying of the trees.
A raindrop on my lips.
It skittered, wet, across
And my tongue in cold delight.
One night, when the was new and I was young...
Oh! A time so far removed now.
Then in a rush of doubt,
I my pa to ask him if
The droplets from the sky
Could harm my or my mind?
He softly, shook his head.
He told me, "Son, the purest
Of liquid you ever taste
Will be the from angry skies."
What we done to change his words?
The raindrops, all us, fell.
What I tell my boys when they,
Through parched and burning inquired
Why rain, so wet and moist,
Must not be touched by human
Nor granted on Man's skin
Regardless what his thirst
How could I tell them once I
Had tried to the rape of skies
But somehow failed along the
And they doomed to sit and watch
As misty drops kissed blades of
Which slowly yellowed, and died?
These tattered held to the end.
I thought they'd make it
When that storm of acid rain by
And split the lightning sky.
"Doom!" the hills, the echo clear,
Resounding through the so drear,
Atremble upon sterile plain,
All frozen in pain,
All shorn of their eternal
For rain had killed the seed.
I sought what shelter could give.
The storm on. It let me live...
The buckles on my are jammed
With mud walking overland.
The yellow that edge the shore
my fingers, cool and warm.
My clothing in sogging heaps
And far out on the rim
A lonely tower and mocks
As spray explodes its skin.
The wind, froth, the breaker's din
my form, yet ease my dread.
The slither on my skin
And Trickle down my head.
For hair has gone like childrens'
And of birds and Autumn leaves
No to live, no faith to feed.
For faith has fled with Spring
And Nature's love and Autumn
burning eyes that melt 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 story was written,
Of Evil, we tasted.
You banished us Eden.
Now, sorry. I'm so sorry!
How can we beg your
We were shepherds.
We the garden.
I raise my in hopeless rage.
I the cities of the dead.
I wade into the sea
For the last song had said
"Man follow me..."
And so we did.
And so we did.