Luyện nghe bài hát The Emperor In His War-room

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

They stare out, glass-eyed heads,
torn by vultures ..
you are the man whose hands are with the smell of death.
of the Fallen, Protector 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 plane of weeds bear no living
You crush life in your fist as your heart is kissed by the
of
Ghosts you, ghosts betray you, in the night they steal your eye
from its ...
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 speak all the
in your mouth
But it won't come out, and you cannot frame the
as your
throws fame into the flames and you are burned.
of the Fallen, Protector of the Weak,
Friend of the Ones, Keeper of the Peace.
Ah, but it is the way you know ..........
ii. THE
Live by and you shall die so,
All your power shall to nought,
every you take is part of your own,
death, not power, is you've bought.
Cringing in your room as the outriders of doom
on your
Begging for your as the impartial knife sinks in your
screaming ...
without malice, merely taking toll,
you must pay the price of hate, and that is
your ....
in peace or die forever in your war-room.