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 land where Allah does
What good is spilling blood? It will not grow a

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

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

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