Luyện nghe bài hát Fistful Of Sand

Up from the sands of the Sahara comes,
Our hero bold, who so it's told, is a lot you and me.
His burns, the world it turns,
He fills his hand to the void,
And fuels the feeling,
Of inside his soul.
Feels like ever did.
Kills nothing ever could.
and jaded world I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't need you, and I don't you,
World that me blind.
the sands of the mighty Sahara lies,
Buried treasure deep, in darkened tombs where dead men sleep.
Gold hands, or is it sand,
The same that covers
Where stood, soon deserts found,
Now beneath the swelling ground.
Feels nothing ever did.
like nothing ever could.
Dark and jaded I hated,
I left behind.
I need you, and I don't want you,
World that me blind.
This is for the taking,
world is suffocating.
Plastic of novacain,
Some PCP to the pain.
Build a to store your rust,
Moth-eaten piles of dust.
Under the 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
no man lives forever.
Feels nothing ever did.
like nothing ever could.
Dark and jaded I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't need you, and I want you,
World left me blind.