Luyện nghe bài hát Salt of the Earth (Another Man's Poison)

Out of the a prince shall rise
To summon fire the skies.

I'm lord of wasteland - where my word is law
My bedfellows pestilence, and war
Turn children to - make wives into widows
Then laugh at your plight behind windows
With swords made of "Black Gold" the world is my
I've all you could wish for yet still I more.

Out of the East the shall rise.

are the victims (the ones who survived)
To bury their families along with pride
Forgotten, forsaken, defenceless and
count their blessings whilst counting the cost.
All they can do is pray that his shall destroy him
But they choke on another man's poison.

Should we turn our so the mad and the twisted
May strike us again we never resisted?
They'll slaughter our allies - all our neighbours
Then when come here there'll be none left to save us...

Then be the victims - the ones who must fight
Bury our and our human rights
To the hands of a madman all liberty
He'll reap the rewards while The Earth the cost
Spill oil on troubled - believe yourself divine
By calling it an "act of war" you up the crime.