Luyện nghe bài hát Arabian Nights

Hot sand is all me
singeing my skin, burning my
I'm longing for water
fata morgana in the

I feel the strong irons made of
and since seven
chains strangle my neck
Sore weals are the whip's hot, seals
every and day
they to burn on my back

nights
nightmares of and pain and fright
I see the
the end of the
Arabian
of the desert shine on me
I the light
the time's right to break the chains and

Three miles of torture
ten slaves all in a row
my eyes are dim with
my vital force is low

I that they'll never let me go
I up my mind
to get away, to take a
Cruel whip, tonight I flee your grip
be off before
daylight displaces the

nights...