Luyện nghe bài hát Rivers in the Dust

The sweat cuts in the dust
on your
while the wheels beneath
the wind still through the haze
the sun like a razorblade
and the of crops and banknotes
the way

the highways are lined with
the fingernails of giants
like blood pulled through a
we the west in silence

and I am not the one you wanted
but I will fill my
touch is often out of reach
to those who it most

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

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

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

but you would my hand
and close eyes
and I didn't
hell bares its teeth
you learn your
and this sun could be the moon
for all it
are on the road
before it again