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 passion burns, the it turns,
He his hand to fill the void,
And fuels the feeling,
Of inside his soul.
like nothing ever did.
Kills like nothing could.
Dark and world I hated,
Everything I behind.
I need you, and I don't want you,
that left me blind.
Beneath the of the mighty Sahara lies,
Buried sunken deep, in darkened tombs where dead men sleep.
fills hands, or is it sand,
The that covers everything?
cities stood, soon deserts found,
Now sink the swelling ground.
Feels like ever did.
Kills nothing ever could.
Dark and jaded I hated,
I left behind.
I don't need you, and I don't you,
World that me blind.
world 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 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 their fears
That no man forever.
Feels like ever did.
Kills like ever could.
Dark and world I hated,
I left behind.
I don't need you, and I want you,
that left me blind.