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 containers
In an abandoned building

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

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

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

And it's the sum of man, slouching towards
A heart just can't contain all of 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 with the
said, "You'd better look alive"

And I was off to old Dakota where a genocide
In the black hills, the bad lands, the 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 space
She breaks, she breaks, she caves, she