Luyện nghe bài hát Rivers in the Dust

The sweat cuts rivers in the
on face
while the wheels beneath
the wind whistles through the haze
the sun like a razorblade
and the of crops and banknotes
the way

the highways are with graves
the fingernails of giants
like blood pulled through a
we rush the west in

and I am not the one you here
but I will fill my
heaven's touch is out of reach
to those who want it

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

I dream a glass of
you dreaming 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 novel
and the sheets of hit everything
waves against the rocks
it was morning but I'd be if I could tell

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