Luyện nghe bài hát Rivers in the Dust

The sweat cuts in the dust
on your
while the beneath complain
the wind still through the haze
the sun shines a razorblade
and the bones of and banknotes
the way

the highways are lined with
like the of giants
like blood pulled a vein
we rush the in silence

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

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

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

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

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