Luyện nghe bài hát Dust Through A Fan

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

Stir the smack, see young faces crack
Sold their souls for sex and green in the bathroom in the
You never what you might see up in the apple tree
time is short, how disappointed God must be

They are lovers of their own selves, and proud
Blasphemers, disobedient, boaster, and loud
A fine from Bogota has everybody lying down
I see crawl like a snake, noses to the ground

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

take 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

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

I've seen the lost, I've seen the
Children cry at grave
I've seen the in the night
men cry in broad daylight

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

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

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

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

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

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