Luyện nghe bài hát Temple of the Fallen Man

Uncle Bob out on legends highway,
they've been stealing his barn so long.
He care much, he just plays his fiddle,
mumbles scripture at the fog.
ago he was the panacea,
countless bowed at his command.
They carved his name the marble doorway
in the Temple of the Man.

conjures up it's darkest hour;
they mix the seeds of everything crawls.
Something on the black horizon,
trembles every time it calls.
They the white coats of the modern mystics.
They for meaning in a monkey's hand,
and rolls dice in the columned hallways
in the Temple of the Man.

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

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

Some torches to its withered gardens.
Some lay siege to the devil's land,
but leave God the choice of death or pardons
in the of the Fallen Man.