Luyện nghe bài hát The Emperor In His War-room

i. THE
Standing in the space that holds the silent of night
away you
You that you can hold the searing, moulten gold between
your ...
But it slips through, tendons as it goes,
the white of a knuckle ...
flesh-and-metal letters in the mould.
Cradling you gun, after choosing the you think should die-
Lying on the hill ... crawling over the windowsill your

They out, glass-eyed aimless heads,
torn by vultures ..
you are the man whose hands are rank the smell of death.
of the Fallen, Protector of the Weak,
Friend of the Ones, Keeper of the Peace ...
Ah, but it is the only way you .....
Looking out to sea, a flattened plane of weeds which no living
You crush life in your fist as your is kissed by the lips
of
Ghosts betray you, ghosts betray you, in the night they steal eye
from its ...
and the hangs fallen on your cheek.
tongues are stilled; a thousand mouths are filled
with metal.
face a shade of green; somehow you try to speak through all the
garbage in your
But it come out, and you cannot frame the words
as stepson
throws your fame into the and you are burned.
of the Fallen, Protector of the Weak,
Friend of the Tall Ones, of the Peace.
Ah, but it is the way you know ..........
ii. THE
Live by and you shall die so,
All power shall come to nought,
every life you is part of your own,
death, not power, is what bought.
in your room as the outriders of doom step
on threshold;
Begging for your as the impartial knife sinks in your
screaming ...
without malice, taking murder's toll,
you must pay the of hate, and that price is
your ....
Live in peace or die forever in war-room.