Luyện nghe bài hát Slouching Toward Bethlehem

Turning and turning within the gyre
The falcon cannot hear the
Things fall apart, the cannot hold
And a blood dimmed tide is loosed upon the

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

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

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

and hoping as if by my weak faith
The of this world would heal and rise
are the shadows that straddle and strafe
And struggle in the darkness my eyes

like a lion, it has the head of a man
With a gaze as blank and as the sun
And it's moving its slow thighs the desert sands
Through indignant, reeling falcons

Surely some is at hand
Surely the second coming
And the has finally taken form
For what is rough beast?
It's hour at last

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

and raging, it rises from the deep
Opening its eyes after centuries
to a nightmare, out of a stony sleep
By a cradle, by the sea of Galilee

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

Slouching towards to be born
Slouching Bethlehem 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, of a lion