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

Out of the East a shall rise
To summon from the skies.

I'm lord of this wasteland - my word is law
My pestilence, famine and war
Turn to orphans - make wives into widows
Then laugh at plight behind bullet-proof windows
With swords made of "Black Gold" the is my whore
I've all you wish for yet still I want more.

Out of the East the shall rise.

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

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

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