Luyện nghe bài hát The Emperor In His War-room

i. THE
Standing in the space that the silent lace of night
from you
You think that you can hold the searing, gold between
fingers ...
But it slips through, 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 over the windowsill your

They stare out, glass-eyed 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 plane of weeds which bear no living
You crush life in fist as your heart is kissed by the lips
of
betray you, ghosts betray you, in the night they steal your eye
from its ...
and the ball hangs on your cheek.
Complaining tongues are stilled; a thousand mouths are
with metal.
Your a shade of green; somehow 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 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 only way you ..........
ii. THE
Live by sword and you die so,
All your power come to nought,
every life you is part of your own,
death, not power, is what bought.
in your room as the outriders of doom step
on threshold;
Begging for your as the impartial knife sinks in your
screaming ...
without malice, merely murder's toll,
you pay the price of hate, and that price is
your ....
Live in or die forever in your war-room.