Luyện nghe bài hát Close To The Fires

The blue skies are turning
And trees without a sound
Jets through the sky
The big sun is high

The oceans are black
nets and dolphin traps
Oil spills garbage barge
dumping needles and hospital jars

But to the fires, and under a trance
The Indians sang and said with dance
To take what you need and leave the
To what you need and leave it alone

The is full of holes
For private business or goals
testing the nuclear sin
Designing that no one could win

The debts are out of control
bathing me inside my soul
Beauty pageants with glamorous
Can you what they once were?

But close to the fires, and under a
The Indians sang, and said with their
To what you need and leave the rest
To take what you need and leave it

The skies are turning brown
The blue are turning brown
Our blue skies are brown
Our blue skies are turning