Luyện nghe bài hát Latin Roots

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

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

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