Luyện nghe bài hát Summer's Last Sound

The gulls are in off the coast
The smell of passed them in
Mass graves uncovered, must be abroad - it be here
I can sense your violence, but I still understand
How when the seems dead and you've got the future
In the palm of hand
Run through (noble?) streets
Where hide
Our fruits get bricks in
And get hushed-up trials
And you're waiting for a knock at the
would tell if you spent the next few years
Free from life by petrol bombs
The price of went up five pence today
And an was kicked to death again

And I'm scared for my life for the time in it
And we've known all that a home can put your life at risk
So I guess we'll just disperse
And the s are coming off the
The easy targets them in

Don't be absurd, it be here
Until we find a to settle
We'll keep moving on
We stay in flocks birds, no one dares to move along
a sea of bleached skulls
Chased by in all its forms
mountains, under suns
We shoot to kill, let's for fun
Across a burning skies, we never stop to sleep or eat
Death always finds us in the end, its weeping
Over hot and plains, a wants to see us slain
Over of wheat and grain, through the endless, pouring rain
Why can we never find a safe place to
And we find through God's providing hand
At the close of day