Luyện nghe bài hát Storm of Progress

The angel of our
his face towards the past.
Sees an endless
New ruins on the last.

The angel wants to his wings
To make whole what has smashed,
Awake the countless victims
Set all the ghouls at rest.

It's the of so-called 'progress'
the flames of decay.
It's the storm of so-called
In the end we all pay.

But a fierce wind is
From once was Paradise.
The angel cannot his wings
Nor distract his eyes.

This raging propelling him
the future that remains.
His back to this bleak prospect
Before him and flames.

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