Luyện nghe bài hát Summer's Last Sound

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

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

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