Luyện nghe bài hát In Parting

After one but the next,
In a tree where new writhed and flexed
Two birds to hold the world
And grow from feeble talons

But fate would see them that day
As cut their branch away
By winds to places sent
as if it all had meant

That though bloodied wounds would fade,
Theyd where their brother lay
For every day from day on
Theyd wait to hear a song

In vain, for years, one was strong
And one was not, for far too
his bones and thoughts were old,
And feathers burnt and and cold

The stronger of the two see
A bird, how weak was he
In drawing but knowing not,
who he was, or why, or what

The stronger talons tore at
And away that feathered mess
And all a sound or cry,
Or ever knowing why

Yet as the sun began to
He seemed to sense, he to think
That soon his might appear
From somewhere close, from somewhere
Convinced this was his fate,
his corpse, he sat to wait