Luyện nghe bài hát No Future Part Two: The Days After No Future

Oh, I recall the morning
The sun would on the race of man
After which, it was clear, could be the same again
When to answer
For their
The only
That they find
Was that it seemed to be a idea at the time
Now the sun in the sky
Has turned to
The rivers are running red with
And the cries of the are never, never enough

And of us who were still alive
Were afraid to go outside,
VuBu said,
"This isn't - this is suicide."
they came with torches and pitchforks,
Carrying guns, and sharp swords,
When the voice I ever heard said,
"It's over."

"And I, too, felt ready to start life all over again. It was as if that great rush of anger had washed me clean, emptied me of hope, and, gazing up at the dark sky spangled with its signs and stars, for the first time, the first, I laid my open to the benign indifference of the universe. To feel it so like myself, indeed, so brotherly, made me realize that Id been happy, and that I was happy still. For all to be accomplished, for me to feel less lonely, all that remained to hope was that on the day of my execution there should be a huge crowd of spectators and that they should greet me with howls of execration."

(Albert Camus, "The Stranger" (Ltranger))