Luyện nghe bài hát Emphasis

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

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

In hollow towers and hives,
Craved sweetness a fear of heights.
Was it all just a grain of
In an

The smartest I've ever learned
Is that I have all the answers,
Just a light to call my own.

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

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

Life is a gorgeous, gift.
Six pieces waiting to be fixed.
Love letters were never signed,
Sent to we live.

But the sweetest thing I've ever
Is I don't have to have the answers,
Just a light to call my own.

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