Luyện nghe bài hát Four Winds

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

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

But great Satan's gone, the whore of Babylon
She just sustain the pressure 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
are pouring over Sanskrit on the Ivy League moons
While shadows in the sun

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

And the sum of man, slouching towards Bethlehem
A heart just contain all of that empty space
It breaks, it breaks, it

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

And I was off to old Dakota where a sleeps
In the black hills, the bad lands, the calloused
I my ballast, I made my peace
With four winds, the pines

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