Luyện nghe bài hát Web Of War

Still blindly we plunge the web again.
Our hands still soaked with blood straight through to the skin.
the soil still wet from last time's shallow graves,
we remain entangled in this web of war made.
turned about reads triple 6, but do you pale at the slightest hint of coincidence?
If so you're bound to a part in all our destruction.
If we believe the we create then we are bound to live them.
Still many of us, sick and twisted, await our turn to die.
We sit obedient after each atrocity, too desensitized to cry.
We are bound to we so foolishly inspected.
Others ensnared by chance into the trap have erected.
Are we bound to this vicious of agression
and then vengeance by some uncontrollable flaw in our natural human
If we are but wild animals on some instinctual competition
why is it leading us onward toward our assured extinction?
No, this web of war is not a of nature's vast creation,
but the product of mankind's fear of and his infatuation
with and destruction and the conquest of all,
he himself therefore he will destroy himself in the end.