Luyện nghe bài hát Four Winds

Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or tribe
There's people always dying, to keep 'em alive
His body's decomposing in containers
In an building where

A made a mural of a Mexican girl
With fifteen of spray paint and a chemical swirl
She's standing in the ashes at the end of the
winds blowing through her hair

But when Satan's gone, the whore of Babylon
She just can't sustain the where it's placed, she caves

The blind, the Torah's deaf, the Qu'ran's mute
If you burn them all together, you get to the truth still
They are pouring over Sanskrit on the Ivy moons
shadows lengthen in the sun

Cast all the and meditation built to soften the times
And hold us at the center while the spiral
It's knocking over fences, crossing property
Four winds, cry until it

And it's the sum of man, slouching towards
A heart just can't contain all of that empty
It breaks, it breaks, it

Well, I went back, I a Cadillac, a company jet
a newly orphaned refugee, retracing my steps
All the way to Cassadaga to commune with the
They said, "You'd look alive"

And I was off to old Dakota where a sleeps
In the hills, the bad lands, the calloused east
I buried my ballast, I my peace
four winds, leveling the pines

But when great gone, the whore of Babylon
She just can't remain with all that space
She breaks, she breaks, she caves, she