Luyện nghe bài hát Temple of the Fallen Man

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

Science up it's darkest hour;
they mix the seeds of that crawls.
Something on the black horizon,
nature every time it calls.
wear the white coats of the modern mystics.
They grasp for meaning in a hand,
and Darwin rolls dice in the hallways
in the of the Fallen Man.

Now academics preach the of reason
by courtyard fountains the poisons flow.
The songs are sung by shallow schoolgirls
from the waste 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 corpse of
down catacombs to ancient crypts.
They kneel to tyranny: his of kindness,
his faceless bureaucrats with whips.
The humanist decry the loss of
from shifting towers that they on sand.
They to chaos and they drug their children
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 Temple of the Man.