Luyện nghe bài hát Mauma Kea

What was it about that knight,
That made you tie your
With your soul fastened to the earth, and no sing.
My best man hears the golden but he don't even know.

We've ourselves more than our vices.
two handfuls of soil,
Thrown the pavement -
Why you grow?

this nation; batter its heart.
Just like an usurped town, to due,
There is a underneath the falling arches.
let me through.
I'll like a foreign tirade,
With moist and fever-dew,
in all the shackles of decline,
And they'll scream to you I have thee in thrall.
let me through.

We are the fall.
We break across the stones.
And we another river,
Half flushed my lady's throat.
back together and tumbling wayward.
But we are not the water,
No, we are no at all.
For our earth is cold and dry, and no sing.