Luyện nghe bài hát Latin Roots

on our backs,
This is parents' bed,
A good to be laid 'cos it's so neatly made.
at the ceiling,
Vein to the lines look the same
As the ones that seeing,

And you start speaking:
Tracing your father's footsteps in mother's shoes,
Going up and over and across latin roots.
Point points to its origin,
the world cogs are clogged with the sand,
Here the air breathes freely and our work loosely,

approaches border,
You're using your hands and your r's.
I'm over my shoulder,
Strained resistance to the door for
your father's or your mother's shoes,
up and over, cut across your latin roots.
It's time to you makers.