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

Out of the East a prince shall
To fire from the skies.

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

Out of the the prince shall rise.

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

we turn our cheeks so the mad and the twisted
May us again 'cus we never resisted?
They'll slaughter our allies - invade all our
Then when they 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 madman all lost
He'll reap the rewards while The Earth pays the
Spill oil on troubled waters - yourself divine
By calling it an "act of war" you up the crime.