Luyện nghe bài hát Latin Roots

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

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

Border border,
You're using your hands and your r's.
I'm looking my shoulder,
Strained resistance to scour the for
father's footsteps or your mother's shoes,
Coming up and over, cut across your roots.
It's to meet you makers.