Luyện nghe bài hát Frowning Atahuallpa (My Inca Love)

Sitting all alone, looking at the of the one I used to love
Sitting all alone, looking at the stone of my lovely inca

The huntress stands, with peacock hands she'd me to where she lie
She sighs so deep, it the river of her stomach sky

The oval moon, it tans the faun who holds for my love
all alone, sitting in the throne of my lovely inca love

hare

I come from a where the burning of trees was a crime,
I lived by a sea where to be was a of true joy,
My people were and had sky in their hair,
But now they're content to stars on their brows.