Luyện nghe bài hát Four Winds

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

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

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

The Bible's blind, the deaf, the Qu'ran's mute
If you burn them all together, you get close to the truth
They are pouring Sanskrit on the Ivy League moons
While lengthen in the sun

Cast all the school and built to soften the times
And hold us at the center while the unwinds
It's over fences, crossing property lines
Four winds, cry it comes

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

Well, I back, I rent a Cadillac, a company jet
Like a newly orphaned refugee, retracing my
All the way to to commune with the dead
They said, "You'd better 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 made my
With four winds, leveling the

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