Luyện nghe bài hát Abysmo

Men both roots and wings
they tie us and ask us to leave
they are teachings unheard, they are bodies on

Men both roots and wings
at a singular we moan
our teachings mislead, our teachings smoke

we sleep between the that was
and the storm which has to

learnt to learn everywhere
and the very own nature has us to wait
difference does sound like sin, reliefs
and that fame with hate yet everything is fair
on the of your death

demons or forthcoming heroes
each one an important name
else than an important name.

Men with both roots and
at a time we are one
our little tricks, our stubborn

Men with just wings, men with just little minds
Men with just little eyes, men with little deeds

sleeping between the storm was
and the wind which to come (and finally)
us away.