Luyện nghe bài hát Four Winds

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

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

But when great Satan's gone, the whore of
She just can't 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 close to the truth
They are pouring over on the Ivy League moons
While lengthen in the sun

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

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

Well, I went back, I a Cadillac, a company jet
Like a newly 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 Dakota a genocide sleeps
In the black hills, the bad lands, the east
I buried my ballast, I my peace
With four winds, the pines

But great Satan's gone, the whore of Babylon
She just remain with all that outer space
She breaks, she breaks, she caves, she