Luyện nghe bài hát The Emperor In His War-room

i. THE
Standing in the space that holds the silent lace of
from you
You think that you can the searing, moulten gold between
your ...
But it through, tearing tendons as it goes,
exposing the white of a ...
flesh-and-metal letters in the mould.
Cradling you gun, after choosing the you think should die-
Lying on the hill ... crawling the windowsill into your

They stare out, aimless heads,
bodies by vultures ..
you are the man whose are rank with the smell of death.
of the Fallen, Protector of the Weak,
Friend of the Tall Ones, of the Peace ...
Ah, but it is the only way you .....
Looking out to sea, a flattened plane of weeds bear no living
You crush in your fist as your heart is kissed by the lips
of
Ghosts betray you, betray you, in the night they steal your eye
its socket ...
and the ball hangs on your cheek.
Complaining tongues are stilled; a mouths are filled
rusting metal.
Your face a shade of somehow you try to speak through all the
in your mouth
But it won't come out, and you cannot frame the
as stepson
your fame into the flames and you are burned.
Saviour of the Fallen, 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 power shall come to nought,
life you take is part of your own,
death, not power, is what bought.
Cringing in your room as the outriders of step
on your
Begging for your as the impartial knife sinks in your
flesh ...
without malice, merely murder's toll,
you pay the price of hate, and that price is
soul ....
Live in peace or die forever in war-room.