Luyện nghe bài hát Caesura

My are white like whispers
and the lips that them are flames
for lack of things to set on fire.

My knees are red rumors
this gossip with the floor.
I haven't in half an hour.

Spirit down,
show us power!
come down,
show us love!

I'd tell You but I'm too
that this night will into day
and be here without a word in reply.
And I'd but I'm too ashamed
for I know that the the same
as the time I refused to get up and try.

My are as blank as bandages
that cover the on my hands,
strangle themselves in despair.

My is as gold as a grave
reshuffles its tenants each day
and You treat me treasure when I throw you away.

Turn these into
"Father, Father."