Luyện nghe bài hát Temple of the Fallen Man

Uncle Bob out on legends highway,
they've been stealing 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 carved his above the marble doorway
in the of the Fallen Man.

Science conjures up it's hour;
they mix the seeds of everything crawls.
Something on the black horizon,
nature trembles every it calls.
They wear the white coats of the mystics.
They grasp for meaning in a hand,
and Darwin dice in the columned hallways
in the Temple of the Man.

Now preach the death of reason
by fountains where the poisons flow.
The artless songs are sung by shallow
from the land of the radio.
whores dance the Macarena
outside vaults where eunuchs stand.
take and keep the names of non believers
in the Temple of the Man.

Now all the wise men dragged the of freedom
down through to ancient crypts.
They kneel to tyranny: his of kindness,
his faceless bureaucrats with whips.
The humanist decry the of morals
from shifting towers that they on sand.
They pray to chaos and drug their children
in the of the Fallen Man.

light torches to its withered gardens.
Some would lay siege to the land,
but some leave God the of death or pardons
in the Temple of the Man.