Luyện nghe bài hát Rivers in the Dust

The cuts rivers in the dust
on face
while the wheels beneath
the still whistles through the haze
the sun like a razorblade
and the bones of crops and
the way

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

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

you a rose from yesterday
like the world is and overgrown
and I a handkerchief around my mouth
to keep the dust and out

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

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

but you hold my hand
and your eyes
and I mind
hell bares its teeth
you learn your
and this godforsaken sun could be the
for all it
eyes are on the
before it disappears