Luyện nghe bài hát Dust Through A Fan

High heel boys dancing in the
Bright lights blind, it is play
Silver screen in the tomb of Mr. Tut
Standing tall overhead are the living dead

Stir the Persian smack, see young faces
Sold souls for sex and green in the bathroom in the back
You know what you might see up in the apple tree
Your time is short, how God must be

are lovers of their own selves, unthankful and proud
Blasphemers, disobedient, boaster, unholy and
A fine snow from Bogota has everybody lying
I see them crawl a snake, noses to the ground

They'll you for all that they can
You're just putty in hands
You're slipping and sliding in
You're like the dust through a fan

They'll take you for all that can
just putty in their hands
You're slipping and sliding in
You're the dust blown through a fan

I've seen the poor, I've the needy
Pitied the rich, the greedy
seen the dirty, the unclean
I've seen the worst that's ever been

I've seen the lost, I've the saved
Children cry at Morrison's
I've the bruised in the night
Grown men cry in daylight

They'll take you for all they can
You're putty in their hands
slipping and sliding in quicksand
You're like the dust blown a fan

They'll you for all that they can
You're just in their hands
You're slipping and in quicksand
You're like the dust through a fan

Just to see you
They'll you for all that they can
You're like the dust, you're the dust
You're the dust blown through it

They'll take you for all that can
You're just in their hands
You're slipping and sliding in
You're like the dust through a fan

You're like the blown through a fan
take you for all that they can
You're like the dust through a fan

You're like the dust through a fan
take you for all that they can
You're like the dust through a fan
You're like the dust blown a fan