Luyện nghe bài hát Four Winds

Your class, your caste, country, sect, your name or your tribe
There's people always dying, trying to 'em alive
His body's decomposing in tonight
In an building where

A squatter's made a mural of a girl
With fifteen cans of spray paint and a swirl
She's standing in the at the end of the world
Four winds blowing her hair

But when Satan's gone, the whore of Babylon
She just can't sustain the pressure it's placed, she caves

The blind, the Torah's deaf, the Qu'ran's mute
If you them all together, you get close to the truth still
They are over Sanskrit on the Ivy League moons
While shadows in the sun

Cast all the and meditation built to soften the times
And hold us at the center while the spiral
It's knocking over fences, crossing lines
Four winds, cry until it

And the sum of man, slouching towards Bethlehem
A heart just contain all of that empty space
It breaks, it breaks, it

Well, I back, I rent a Cadillac, a company jet
Like a newly orphaned refugee, my steps
All the way to Cassadaga to commune with the
They said, "You'd look alive"

And I was off to old Dakota where a sleeps
In the black hills, the bad lands, the calloused
I buried my ballast, I my peace
With winds, leveling the pines

But when great Satan's gone, the of Babylon
She can't remain with all that outer space
She breaks, she breaks, she caves, she