Luyện nghe bài hát Geist

This is it, all we've for,
and cold to the touch.
They freeze and do burn,
These indications,
we could keep them under control.
You breath an smoke,
don't blow it towards me,
Or hold my hands and me I am worthy of something withstanding.

In and uneasy motions,
We let our youth just slip to fill a giant urn.
Revived within in symphony and song,
With limbs like lifeless tools, towards the sun.

I shot dead the only one we had to us home.
Through fog-smoke white, no sky,
Nor dim nor red, just an idle ship,
a painted ocean.
We're again.
I shot the only one we had to guide us home.

Thoughts by the wind,
In they drown.

I carried them.
I, though silent, I am brother.

circles around our hearts,
Inaudible as of that eternal language we commit to.

This is it, all we've for,
Foreign and to the touch.
And we gave has tied us unto this earth,
Quietly bold,
And I am brother.