Luyện nghe bài hát Fistful Of Sand

Up the sands of the mighty 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 hand to the void,
And fuels the feeling,
Of nothingness his soul.
like nothing ever did.
Kills like nothing could.
Dark and world I hated,
I left behind.
I need you, and I don't want you,
World left me blind.
Beneath the of the mighty Sahara lies,
treasure sunken deep, in darkened tombs where dead men sleep.
Gold hands, or is it sand,
The that covers everything?
Where cities stood, deserts found,
Now sink beneath the ground.
Feels nothing ever did.
Kills nothing ever could.
Dark and jaded I hated,
Everything I behind.
I need you, and I don't want you,
World left me blind.
This is for the taking,
world is suffocating.
Plastic of novacain,
PCP to kill the pain.
Build a tomb to store rust,
Moth-eaten piles of dust.
Under the sands of the Sahara,
Goes our hero bold, in of gold, a casket for a dying world.
Our hero stands, in hand,
The for his endeavors.
The cheer, to hide their fears
That no man forever.
Feels like ever did.
Kills like nothing could.
Dark and world I hated,
I left behind.
I don't need you, and I don't you,
World that me blind.