Luyện nghe bài hát Cold As The Clay

Whispers of ancients by dust,
Echoes of in canyons of rust,
Is heaven so lonely? know soon enough

as the clay, dark as a mine,
Wasting away blood, sweat, and
Panning for gold, picking for dimes, lying in for better times

The of the trade lie shopworn and old
The of the master done died with his soul
And the routine is so lonely and cold

as the clay, dark as the mine,
Wasting away, blood, and grime,
Panning for gold, picking for dimes, in wait for better times

The was converted, the river was moved,
The village expanded, say it's improved,
But the lingering feature is a attitude

Cold as the clay, as the mine,
Wasting away, blood, and grime,
Panning for gold, picking for dimes, in wait for better times