Luyện nghe bài hát Our Dying Island

I woke from my my nightmare was real,
At the altar of progress to gods of we kneel,
Our database deities--they save us,
miracles only enslave us.
The priests of high finance claim that their actions are wise--
But our still dies. . .
It dies for the want of more people who care the poisons we
pump in the and the air,
Yet blissfully unaware,
We strive for a entwined with despair.
You say, "Why waste on the rivers and trees--they belong to
to exploit as we please?"
Face up to the fact that mankind's a disease--irrelevant
colour T.V.s.
Tell me what kind of fools would laugh and stare death in the face?
Only to worst kind of fools (like you and I--the race).
If we laugh for long enough it well be our epitaph,
Mother Earth will laugh the loudest--She have the final laugh.
BUT time has come to realise,
BELIEVE--the truth our will not disguise.
SPEAK say, "It's no concern of mine,"
to be party to the crime.
We all toe the line and swallow the lies--and our dies.
Let computers our emotions--determine the way we should
feel.
Turn our backs to the future now our are numbered,
And where will we run to when this is plundered?
Your a whisper drowned out when your avarice cries--
And dies. . .
Without hot or tower blocks crashing--no silver-lined mushroom
herald man's passing,
From the of Eden--into death everlasting,
Such a high price to pay for we took without asking.
Stupidity's legacy is passed down the our knowledge
increases the fears
the ghosts of the past may again reappear--as the dawn of the
silent nears.
Tell me just what kind of fools laugh and stare death in the

Only the worst of fools (like you and I--the human race).
If we laugh for enough it could well be our epitaph,
Mother Earth laugh the loudest--She will have the final laugh.
(The advent of future for humanity.
You pander to your vanity--it you to reality.
In temples of we hail the gods of ignorance,
And sacrifice our final the death of innocence.)
BUT WAIT--the end is near so we choose,
BELIEVE--that we have to lose.
SPEAK empty words are all we're worth,
is the end for Mother Earth.
We all toe the line and swallow the our island dies.
If we the world is our oyster we'll surely choke on the pearl,
It is ours for a while to respect not defile--but minds drunk
power whirl.
The lands we dispute are not ours to the air that
we breathe,
But how will we ever see reason when we see the wood for the trees.
Now we hold the future in the palm of our your faith
In 'Rainbow not castles of sand,
The hourglass is empty time is away--so prepare your
for the Judgement Day.
Court is now in Nature presides,
The jury are our children--whose futures denied.
The conclusive--we have no alibi,
The victim was our verdict: MATRICIDE.
BUT time has come to realise,
BELIEVE--the truth our eyes not disguise.
SPEAK say, "It's no concern of mine,"
DECEIVED--is to be to the crime.
BUT WAIT--the end is near so we choose,
BELIEVE--that we have to lose.
SPEAK OUT--if empty are all we're worth,
is the end for Mother Earth.