Luyện nghe bài hát Blues for Allah

Arabian wind, the needle's eye is
The ships of sail on mirage and drown in sand
Out in no man's where Allah does command
What good is spilling It will not grow a thing

Taste eternity the, the swords sing of Allah en'sh'allah
They lie where they fall, there's nothing to say
The desert stars are bright tonight, let's meet as

The of Islam, the fruit of Abraham
The thousand have come round to one again
Arabian night, our gods pursue their
fatal flowers of darkness spring from seeds of light

Bird of paradise fly in white sky, blues for Allah
Let's see with our heart, these things our eyes have
And know the must still lie somewhere in between