Luyện nghe bài hát Simoom

Drifting in, carried on dry
From across the Nile, the in exile
to tell...

Floating on a cloud, face out of the crowd
A blinding sun, purging
Beautiful word, and sweet
Now all you can do is play the punishing

How harsh and shrill the has become
Twisted and bent -- a hornet's stirred up by the beating stick

Simoom, simoom... increasing
in dry heat
Simoom, simoom... you breathe in
Relentless simoom, blow and this tune
Pouring in, filling where once was
once was light
Where was a face
to tell.