Luyện nghe bài hát The Emperor In His War-room

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

They out, glass-eyed aimless heads,
bodies by vultures ..
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 way you know .....
Looking out to sea, a flattened of weeds which bear no living
You crush life in your fist as your heart is kissed by the
of
Ghosts betray you, ghosts betray you, in the night they steal eye
from its ...
and the ball hangs fallen on cheek.
Complaining tongues are stilled; a mouths are filled
rusting metal.
Your face a of green; somehow you try to speak through all the
garbage in mouth
But it won't out, and you cannot frame the words
as stepson
throws your fame the flames and you are burned.
of the Fallen, Protector 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 your power shall to nought,
every life you take is part of own,
death, not power, is what bought.
in your room as the outriders of doom step
on your
Begging for life as the impartial knife sinks in your
flesh ...
without malice, merely murder's toll,
you must pay the of hate, and that price is
your ....
Live in peace or die forever in war-room.