Luyện nghe bài hát L'homme

At you dream of what broken hands may make,
Come sunrise forgotten to create.
Only life can mend your broken bones
For stones were when battles took place.

You fought with sticks,
Memories faith.
From roots of trees.
waver in the southern breeze.
The paper you down.

sat with jewels at his feet,
Silver thread in his
On a of brittle bones
to the wandering spirits of the dark.

Thy come,
Thy be done
Eyes, Scratched with
Saw one

You fought with sticks,
Memories faith.
From of sacred trees.
Ideas in the southern breeze.
The shackles you down.

You fought with sticks,
without faith.
From roots of trees.
Ideas in the southern breeze.
The shackles you down.