Luyện nghe bài hát Age Of Mothers

Ours the rotten
our mask of death on to our sons
We have so deeply sad
to pain

Serpent among
In the wake of the
I summon your to extinguish the fire
inside men

In age of mothers
In all that

Grief brothers
upon the streams
Fingernails upon the world of ancient
a new one

Pain when the is of birth
Courage when its time to us
Our land is a woman whose perfect
We are not to touch

In age of mothers
In all that