Luyện nghe bài hát Summer's Last Sound

The gulls are coming in off the
The of corpses passed them in
Mass graves uncovered, must be abroad - it be here
I can sense violence, but I still don't understand
How when the past seems and you've got the future
In the palm of hand
Run through (noble?) streets
Where hide
Our fruits get in windows
And foreigners get trials
And you're for a knock at the door
Which would tell if you spent the next few
Free life attacked by petrol bombs
The of bread went up five pence today
And an immigrant was kicked to death

And I'm scared for my life for the time in it
And we've known all along that a can put your life at risk
So I we'll just disperse again
And the s are off the land
The easy targets them in

Don't be absurd, it be here
we find a place to settle
We'll keep moving on
We stay in flocks birds, no one dares to move along
a sea of bleached skulls
Chased by in all its forms
Over mountains, suns
We shoot to kill, shoot for fun
a desert's burning skies, we never stop to sleep or eat
Death always finds us in the end, its shadows
Over hot and plains, a killer to see us slain
Over fields of wheat and grain, through the endless, pouring
Why can we never find a safe place to
And we find through God's providing hand
At the of every day