Luyện nghe bài hát Four Winds

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

A squatter's made a mural of a Mexican
fifteen cans of spray paint and a chemical swirl
She's standing in the ashes at the end of the
Four winds through her hair

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

The Bible's blind, the Torah's deaf, the mute
If you burn all together, you get close to the truth still
They are pouring over Sanskrit on the Ivy moons
shadows lengthen in the sun

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

And the sum of man, slouching towards Bethlehem
A heart just can't all of that empty space
It breaks, it breaks, it

Well, I went back, I 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 better alive"

And I was off to old Dakota where a genocide
In the black hills, the bad lands, the east
I buried my ballast, I made my
With winds, leveling the pines

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