Luyện nghe bài hát Motorway To Damascus

Daybreak on the to Damascus
A angel flagged me down and asked for a ride into town
For God's sake, on the motorway to
heavenly angel, wise and pure, proceeded with a guided tour:
"Behold! A shining city of silver and white,
Of solar-panelled glinting in the light
And wind-power turning soundlessly through the night"
on the motorway to Damascus
The heavenly angel flapped its wings and told me more exciting
Like how one day this motorway to
disappear without trace, the unsustainable replaced
"Behold! The new New in four hundred shades of green
Stretching out before us where it always should have
A thesaurus for as far as the eye can see"
Nightfall on the to Damascus
The heavenly angel looked at me and said "Well, what's it be?
The haul, or the shorter way to Damascus?
Choose with care and you will find that one day there come a time
When the silhouetted ruins of the crumbling cooling
Are but reminders of a long-forgotten power"
Must the monkeys leave Gibraltar's rock and ravens flee the
we look and see ourselves for what we really are?