Luyện nghe bài hát Summer's Last Sound

The are coming in off the coast
The of corpses passed them in
graves uncovered, must be abroad - it can't be here
I can your violence, but I still don't understand
How when the past dead and you've got the future
In the palm of your
Run quick (noble?) streets
Where killers
Our fruits get bricks in
And foreigners get hushed-up
And you're for a knock at the door
Which would tell if you spent the few years
Free from life by petrol bombs
The price of went up five pence today
And an immigrant was kicked to death

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

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