Luyện nghe bài hát Our Dying Island

I from my daydream--discovered my nightmare was real,
At the altar of progress to gods of we kneel,
Our database cannot save us,
Microchip only enslave us.
The high priests of high claim that their actions are wise--
But our planet dies. . .
It dies for the want of more people who care the poisons we
pump in the and the air,
Yet blissfully unaware,
We for a future entwined with despair.
You say, "Why waste concern on the rivers and belong to
to exploit as we please?"
Face up to the fact that mankind's a microbes
colour T.V.s.
Tell me just what kind of fools would laugh and stare in the face?
Only to worst of fools (like you and I--the human race).
If we laugh for long it could well be our epitaph,
Mother Earth will laugh the will have the final laugh.
BUT WAIT--the has come to realise,
BELIEVE--the our eyes will not disguise.
OUT--to say, "It's no concern of mine,"
DECEIVED--is to be to the crime.
We all toe the line and the lies--and our island dies.
Let dictate our emotions--determine the way we should
feel.
Turn our backs to the now our days are numbered,
And where will we run to when this is plundered?
Your conscience a whisper drowned out when your avarice
And dies. . .
Without hot winds or blocks crashing--no silver-lined mushroom
clouds herald passing,
the Garden of Eden--into death everlasting,
Such a high to pay for what we took without asking.
Stupidity's legacy is passed down the years--as our
dispelling the fears
That the of the past may again reappear--as the dawn of the
apocalypse nears.
Tell me just what kind of would laugh and stare death in the

Only the worst kind of fools (like you and I--the race).
If we for long enough it could well be our epitaph,
Mother Earth will laugh the loudest--She have the final laugh.
(The advent of future for humanity.
You to your vanity--it blinds you to reality.
In temples of indifference we hail the of ignorance,
And sacrifice our final the death of innocence.)
BUT WAIT--the end is near so we choose,
BELIEVE--that we everything to lose.
SPEAK OUT--if words are all we're worth,
is the end for Mother Earth.
We all toe the and swallow the lies--and our island dies.
If we think the is our oyster we'll surely choke on the pearl,
It is ours for a while to respect not defile--but minds drunk
still whirl.
The lands we dispute are not ours to pollute--neither the air
we breathe,
But how will we ever see reason when we can't see the for the trees.
Now we hold the future in the of our hand--place your faith
In Warriors' not castles of sand,
The hourglass is empty time is away--so prepare your
for the Judgement Day.
Court is now in session--Mother presides,
The jury are our futures we've denied.
The evidence have no alibi,
The victim was our planet--the MATRICIDE.
BUT WAIT--the has come to realise,
truth our eyes will not disguise.
SPEAK OUT--to say, "It's no of mine,"
to be party to the crime.
BUT end is near so we must choose,
BELIEVE--that we have to lose.
SPEAK OUT--if empty words are all worth,
DECEIVED--it is the end for Earth.