Luyện nghe bài hát Rivers in the Dust

The sweat cuts rivers in the
on your
the wheels beneath complain
the wind still whistles the haze
the sun shines a razorblade
and the bones of crops and
the way

the highways are lined with
like the fingernails of
blood pulled through a vein
we rush the west in

and I am not the one you wanted
but I fill my post
heaven's is often out of reach
to those who it most

you wear a from yesterday
like the is green and overgrown
and I wear a handkerchief my mouth
to the dust and ashes out

I dream a glass of
you dreaming of the sea
and I my feet
in you and watch the sky
and we would wonder why our eyes no longer

It was hard to the thing we saw a storm
like it had climbed out from the pages of some
and the of dust hit everything
like waves against the
it was but I'd be damned if I could tell

but you would my hand
and your eyes
and I didn't
when bares its teeth
you your place
and godforsaken sun could be the moon
for all it
are on the road
before it disappears