Luyện nghe bài hát Cold As The Clay

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

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

The tools of the trade lie and old
The skills of the done died with his soul
And the worklike is so lonely and cold

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

The was converted, the river was moved,
The village expanded, some say improved,
But the feature is a grim attitude

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