Luyện nghe bài hát Fistful Of Sand

Up from the sands of the Sahara comes,
Our hero bold, who so told, is a lot like you and me.
His burns, the world it turns,
He fills his to fill the void,
And the constant feeling,
Of inside his soul.
Feels like ever did.
Kills like ever could.
Dark and world I hated,
I left behind.
I need you, and I don't want you,
that left me blind.
Beneath the sands of the 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, soon found,
Now sink the swelling ground.
Feels like nothing did.
Kills like ever could.
Dark and world I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't you, and I don't want you,
World left me blind.
world is for the taking,
This is suffocating.
bags of novacain,
Some PCP to the pain.
Build a to store your rust,
Moth-eaten of blowing dust.
Under the of the mighty Sahara,
Goes our hero bold, in of gold, a casket for a dying world.
Our stands, wealth in hand,
The for his endeavors.
The masses cheer, to their fears
no man lives forever.
Feels nothing ever did.
like nothing ever could.
Dark and jaded I hated,
Everything I behind.
I need you, and I don't want you,
World left me blind.