Luyện nghe bài hát The Emperor In His War-room

i. THE
Standing in the space that holds the silent lace of
away you
You think that you can hold the searing, moulten gold
fingers ...
But it slips through, tearing as it goes,
exposing the of a knuckle ...
flesh-and-metal letters in the mould.
Cradling you gun, after the ones you think should die-
Lying on the hill ... crawling over the windowsill your

They stare out, aimless heads,
bodies torn by ..
you are the man whose hands are with the smell of death.
Saviour of the Fallen, of the Weak,
Friend of the Ones, Keeper of the Peace ...
Ah, but it is the way you know .....
Looking out to sea, a flattened of weeds which bear no living
You crush life in your fist as your heart is kissed by the
of
Ghosts betray you, betray you, in the night they steal your eye
its socket ...
and the ball fallen on your cheek.
Complaining are stilled; a thousand mouths are filled
with metal.
Your face a shade of green; somehow you try to through all the
in your mouth
But it won't come out, and you cannot the words
as your
throws your fame the flames and you are burned.
Saviour of the Fallen, of the Weak,
of the Tall Ones, Keeper of the Peace.
Ah, but it is the way you know ..........
ii. THE
Live by sword and you die so,
All your power shall to nought,
every life you is part of your own,
death, not power, is you've bought.
Cringing in your as the outriders of doom step
on threshold;
Begging for your life as the knife sinks in your
screaming ...
without malice, merely murder's toll,
you pay the price of hate, and that price is
your ....
Live in peace or die in your war-room.