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 that you can hold the searing, moulten gold between
fingers ...
But it slips through, tendons as it goes,
the white of a knuckle ...
flesh-and-metal forming 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 hands are rank with the of death.
of the Fallen, Protector of the Weak,
Friend of the Tall Ones, of the Peace ...
Ah, but it is the way you know .....
Looking out to sea, a plane of weeds which bear no living
You crush life in your fist as heart is kissed by the lips
of
Ghosts you, ghosts betray you, in the night they steal your eye
from its ...
and the ball hangs fallen on cheek.
Complaining tongues are a thousand mouths are filled
with metal.
Your face a shade of somehow you try to speak through all the
in your mouth
But it won't out, and you cannot frame the words
as your
your fame into the flames and you are burned.
Saviour of the Fallen, of the Weak,
Friend of the Tall Ones, of the Peace.
Ah, but it is the only way you ..........
ii. THE
Live by and you shall die so,
All your power come to nought,
every life you is part of your own,
death, not power, is you've bought.
Cringing in your as the outriders of doom step
on threshold;
Begging for your life as the impartial sinks in your
screaming ...
without malice, taking murder's toll,
you must pay the price of hate, and price is
your ....
Live in or die forever in your war-room.