Luyện nghe bài hát Mauma Kea

What was it that outstretched knight,
That made you tie your
your soul fastened to the earth, and no birds sing.
My best man hears the golden verse but he even know.

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

Batter nation; batter its heart.
like an usurped town, to another due,
There is a rhythm underneath the arches.
let me through.
I'll come a foreign tirade,
anguish moist and fever-dew,
Enmeshed in all the of decline,
And they'll to you that I have thee in thrall.
let me through.

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