Luyện nghe bài hát Abysmo

Men with both roots and
they tie us down and ask us to
they are teachings unheard, they are bodies on

Men with roots and wings
at a voice we moan
our teachings mislead, our teachings like

we sleep between the storm was
and the storm has to come

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

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

Men with roots and wings
at a certain we are one
our tricks, our innocence stubborn

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

sleeping between the that was
and the wind fails to come (and finally)
us away.