Luyện nghe bài hát Mauma Kea

What was it that outstretched knight,
That you tie your hands?
With your soul to the earth, and no birds sing.
My best man the golden verse but he don't even know.

We've ourselves more than our vices.
two handfuls of soil,
Thrown against the -
Why won't you

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

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