Luyện nghe bài hát Rivers in the Dust

The sweat cuts in the dust
on face
the wheels beneath complain
the wind whistles through the haze
the sun shines a razorblade
and the bones of crops and
the way

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

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

you wear a rose yesterday
like the world is green and
and I wear a around my mouth
to keep the dust and out

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

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

but you hold my hand
and your eyes
and I didn't
when hell its teeth
you your place
and this godforsaken sun could be the
for all it
eyes are on the
it disappears again