Luyện nghe bài hát Temple of the Fallen Man

Uncle Bob lives out on highway,
they've stealing from his barn so long.
He don't care much, he just his fiddle,
mumbles scripture at the fog.
ago he was the panacea,
countless bowed at his command.
They his name above the marble doorway
in the of the Fallen Man.

Science conjures up it's darkest
mix the seeds of everything that crawls.
Something on the black horizon,
nature trembles time it calls.
They wear the coats of the modern mystics.
They for meaning in a monkey's hand,
and Darwin dice in the columned hallways
in the of the Fallen Man.

Now academics preach the of reason
by courtyard where the poisons flow.
The artless songs are sung by shallow
from the land of the radio.
Spangled whores dance the
outside iron vaults eunuchs stand.
They take and keep the of non believers
in the of the Fallen Man.

Now all the men dragged the corpse of freedom
down catacombs to ancient crypts.
They to tyranny: his mask of kindness,
his faceless with fiery whips.
The decry the loss of morals
from towers that they built on sand.
pray to chaos and they drug their children
in the of the Fallen Man.

light torches to its withered gardens.
Some would lay to the devil's land,
but some leave God the choice of death or
in the Temple of the Man.