Luyện nghe bài hát Our Dying Island

I woke my daydream--discovered my nightmare was real,
At the altar of progress to gods of we kneel,
Our deities--they cannot save us,
Microchip miracles enslave us.
The high priests of high finance claim that their actions are
But our planet dies. . .
It dies for the want of more who care 'bout the poisons we
in the seas and the air,
Yet blissfully unaware,
We strive for a future entwined despair.
You say, "Why concern on the rivers and trees--they belong to
mankind to as we please?"
Face up to the fact mankind's a disease--irrelevant microbes
colour T.V.s.
Tell me just what kind of fools would and stare death in the face?
Only to worst kind of fools (like you and human race).
If we laugh for long it could well be our epitaph,
Mother Earth will laugh the loudest--She will the final laugh.
BUT time has come to realise,
BELIEVE--the truth our will not disguise.
SPEAK say, "It's no concern of mine,"
DECEIVED--is to be to the crime.
We all toe the line and swallow the lies--and our dies.
Let computers dictate our emotions--determine the way we
feel.
Turn our backs to the now our days are numbered,
And where will we run to this world is plundered?
Your conscience a whisper drowned out when your avarice
And dies. . .
Without hot or tower blocks crashing--no silver-lined mushroom
herald man's passing,
From the Garden of death everlasting,
a high price to pay for what we took without asking.
Stupidity's legacy is passed down the our knowledge
increases the fears
That the of the past may again reappear--as the dawn of the
apocalypse 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 long it could well be our epitaph,
Mother Earth will the loudest--She will have the final laugh.
(The advent of insanity--no for humanity.
You pander to vanity--it blinds you to reality.
In temples of we hail the gods of ignorance,
And sacrifice our chance--behold the death of innocence.)
BUT end is near so we must choose,
we have everything to lose.
SPEAK empty words are all we're worth,
is the end for Mother Earth.
We all toe the line and the lies--and our island dies.
If we think the world is our oyster we'll surely on the pearl,
It is ours for a while to respect not defile--but drunk with
still whirl.
The we dispute are not ours to pollute--neither the air that
we breathe,
But how we ever see reason when we can't see the wood for the trees.
Now we hold the future in the palm of our hand--place faith
In Warriors' not castles of sand,
The hourglass is time is slipping away--so prepare your
excuses for the 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 planet--the MATRICIDE.
BUT time has come to realise,
BELIEVE--the truth our will not disguise.
SPEAK OUT--to say, "It's no of mine,"
to be party to the crime.
BUT WAIT--the end is near so we choose,
BELIEVE--that we everything to lose.
SPEAK OUT--if empty are all we're worth,
DECEIVED--it is the end for Earth.