Luyện nghe bài hát Motorway To Damascus

Daybreak on the motorway to
A heavenly 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 rooftops in the light
And wind-power generators turning soundlessly the night"
Mid-day on the motorway to
The heavenly angel flapped its wings and told me more things
Like how one day motorway to Damascus
Would disappear trace, the unsustainable replaced
"Behold! The new New in four hundred shades of green
Stretching out before us it always should have been
A thesaurus for as far as the eye can see"
on the motorway 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 one day there will 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
Before we and see ourselves for what we really are?