Luyện nghe bài hát Red Sands

Blood on the
on the hands
of a handful of
What a way to see the
the smeared window of a TV-Screen
Technicolour
Assasinations that make me scared and
Afraid of the streets breed malice and hatred
Those their heads bowed to the darkness
Those who see for the glave of the light
Those without
Who raise hands yet alone guns
Become of concience
Though not concience
You cheer and rejoice as life away
Through the outlets you give in the of a gun
Our world is slipping quickly