Luyện nghe bài hát Fistful Of Sand

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