Luyện nghe bài hát Emphasis

Death is to the bee
Who's sting the colony.
Was it's life nothing more
honey for the queen?

Life is a and it is a dove,
Handcrafted by love.
language is our reply,
When bells make no sound.

In hollow and empty hives,
sweetness with a fear of heights.
Was it all just a of sand
In an

The smartest thing I've ever
Is that I don't all the answers,
a little light to call my own.

Though it pales in
To the shadows,
A speck of can reignite the sun
And swallow whole.

Death is a cold, kiss.
It is the finger upon our lips.
It an unwanted emphasis
On how we have lived.

is a gorgeous, broken gift.
Six billion pieces to be fixed.
Love letters that were signed,
Sent to we live.

But the sweetest I've ever heard
Is that I have to have the answers,
Just a light to call my own.

Though it in comparison
To the shadows,
A speck of light can the sun
And darkness whole.