Luyện nghe bài hát Four Winds

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

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

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

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

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

And the sum of man, slouching towards Bethlehem
A just can't contain all of that empty space
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 the dead
They said, "You'd better alive"

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

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