Luyện nghe bài hát Slouching Toward Bethlehem

Turning and within the widening gyre
The falcon hear the falconer
Things fall apart, the center hold
And a blood dimmed tide is loosed upon the

is sacred, the ceremony sinks
Innocence is drowned in
The best lack conviction, given some to think
And the are full of passion without mercy

Surely some revelation is at
Surely the second coming
And the wrath has finally form
For what is this beast?
It's hour at last

Slouching towards to be born
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born, oh oh
To be born, oh oh oh

Hoping and hoping as if by my faith
The spirit of world would heal and rise
Vast are the shadows that straddle and
And struggle in the darkness troubling my

Shaped like a lion, it has the of a man
With a gaze as blank and as the sun
And moving its slow thighs across the desert sands
dark indignant, reeling falcons

Surely some revelation is at
Surely it's the coming
And the wrath has finally form
For is this rough beast?
It's hour at last

Slouching Bethlehem to be born
Slouching towards to be born, oh oh yeah
To be born, hey Bethlehem, shape of a

Raging and raging, it from the deep
Opening its after twenty centuries
to a nightmare, out of a stony sleep
By a rocking cradle, by the sea of

some revelation is at hand
Surely the second coming
And the wrath has finally taken
For what is this rough
It's hour come at

Slouching towards to be born
Slouching towards to be born, oh oh yeah
To be born, hey Bethlehem, of a lion, oh oh
Just the of a lion, oh oh
Hey Bethlehem, shape of a