Luyện nghe bài hát The Emperor In His War-room

i. THE
Standing in the that holds the silent lace of night
away you
You think that you can hold the searing, moulten gold
your ...
But it slips through, tendons as it goes,
exposing the of a knuckle ...
forming letters in the mould.
Cradling you gun, after choosing the ones you think should
Lying on the hill ... crawling over the windowsill your

They stare out, glass-eyed heads,
bodies torn by ..
you are the man whose are rank with the smell of death.
Saviour of the Fallen, 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 which no living
You crush life in your fist as heart is kissed by the lips
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; you try to speak through all the
in your mouth
But it won't out, and you cannot frame the words
as stepson
throws your fame into the 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
by sword and you shall die so,
All power shall come to nought,
every life you take is of your own,
death, not power, is what bought.
Cringing in your room as the outriders of doom
on threshold;
Begging for your life as the knife sinks in your
flesh ...
without malice, merely murder's toll,
you must pay the of hate, and that price is
your ....
Live in or die forever in your war-room.