Luyện nghe bài hát Fistful Of Sand

Up from the sands of the Sahara comes,
Our bold, who so it's told, is a lot like you and me.
His burns, the world it turns,
He fills his to fill the void,
And fuels the feeling,
Of inside his soul.
Feels nothing ever did.
Kills like nothing could.
and jaded world I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't need you, and I don't you,
that left me blind.
Beneath the sands of the mighty lies,
Buried treasure sunken deep, in darkened tombs dead men sleep.
Gold hands, or is it sand,
The same that covers
cities stood, soon deserts found,
Now beneath the swelling ground.
Feels like nothing did.
like nothing ever could.
Dark and jaded I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't need you, and I don't you,
World left me blind.
world is for the taking,
This is suffocating.
Plastic of novacain,
PCP to kill the pain.
Build a tomb to store rust,
Moth-eaten of blowing dust.
the sands of the mighty Sahara,
Goes our bold, in seach of gold, a casket for a dying world.
Our stands, wealth in hand,
The for his endeavors.
The masses cheer, to hide their
That no man forever.
Feels like ever did.
like nothing ever could.
Dark and world I hated,
I left behind.
I don't need you, and I don't you,
World left me blind.