Luyện nghe bài hát Feather Lungs

Late when the has swollen
and the of the sky is bruised
wonder if the scene is cast
by or by design
We will leave our feather lungs, as as when we arrived,
Every breath and belly laugh teach us how to die again,
calloused hand and fingertip is a kite-string to a morning hour,
Where light will you a friend and greet you with a wink and nod
Every breath and laugh will teach us how to die alone,
For light will pull her curtains and whisper every parting word
Late the night has swollen,
and the of the sky is bruised,
marching a flag in hand,
we'll be sending up our flares