Luyện nghe bài hát Temple of the Fallen Man

Uncle Bob lives out on highway,
been stealing from his barn so long.
He care much, he just plays his fiddle,
mumbles scripture at the fog.
ago he was the panacea,
countless heathens at his command.
They carved his name the marble doorway
in the of the Fallen Man.

Science conjures up it's hour;
they mix the seeds of that crawls.
Something stumbles on the 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 columned
in the of the Fallen Man.

Now preach the death of reason
by courtyard fountains where the flow.
The artless songs are sung by shallow
from the land of the radio.
Spangled whores dance the
iron vaults where eunuchs stand.
They 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.
kneel to tyranny: his mask of kindness,
his faceless with fiery whips.
The humanist decry the of morals
shifting towers that they built on sand.
They to chaos and they drug their children
in the Temple of the 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.