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 fills his hand to the void,
And fuels the feeling,
Of inside his soul.
Feels like ever did.
like nothing ever could.
Dark and jaded I hated,
Everything I 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 where dead men sleep.
fills hands, or is it sand,
The that covers everything?
cities stood, soon deserts found,
Now beneath the swelling ground.
Feels like nothing did.
Kills like nothing could.
Dark and jaded I hated,
I left behind.
I don't you, and I don't want you,
World that me blind.
This is for the taking,
This is suffocating.
bags of novacain,
Some PCP to the pain.
Build a tomb to your rust,
Moth-eaten piles of dust.
Under the sands of the Sahara,
our hero bold, in seach of gold, a casket for a dying world.
Our hero stands, in hand,
The for his endeavors.
The masses cheer, to hide fears
no man lives forever.
Feels like ever did.
Kills like nothing could.
and jaded world I hated,
Everything I behind.
I need you, and I don't want you,
World left me blind.