Luyện nghe bài hát Rivers in the Dust

The cuts rivers in the dust
on face
while the wheels complain
the wind still whistles through the
the sun like a razorblade
and the of crops and banknotes
the way

the highways are with graves
like the of giants
like pulled through a vein
we rush the in silence

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

you wear a rose from
like the is green and overgrown
and I a handkerchief around 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 watch the sky
and we would wonder why our eyes no meet

It was to call the thing we saw a storm
like it had out from the pages of some novel
and the sheets of dust hit
like waves against the
it was morning but I'd be if I could tell

but you would my hand
and your eyes
and I mind
when bares its teeth
you your place
and this godforsaken sun be the moon
for all it
are on the road
before it disappears