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 that you can hold the searing, moulten gold between
your ...
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 ... crawling over 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, Keeper of the ...
Ah, but it is the way you know .....
Looking out to sea, a flattened of weeds which bear no living
You life in your fist as your heart is kissed by the lips
of
Ghosts betray you, ghosts betray you, in the night they steal eye
its socket ...
and the hangs fallen on your cheek.
tongues are stilled; a thousand mouths are filled
with metal.
Your a shade of green; somehow you try to speak through all the
garbage in mouth
But it come out, and you cannot frame the words
as your
throws your fame the flames and you are burned.
of the Fallen, Protector of the Weak,
Friend of the Tall Ones, of the Peace.
Ah, but it is the only way you ..........
ii. THE
Live by sword and you die so,
All your shall come to nought,
every life you take is of your own,
death, not power, is what bought.
Cringing in room as the outriders of doom step
on threshold;
Begging for life as the impartial knife sinks in your
flesh ...
without malice, taking murder's toll,
you must pay the price of hate, and price is
soul ....
Live in peace or die forever in war-room.