Luyện nghe bài hát Dust Through A Fan

High boys dancing in the noise
Bright lights blind, it is time
screen smut in the tomb of Mr. Tut
Standing overhead these are the living dead

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

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

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 blown a fan

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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