Luyện nghe bài hát Mauma Kea

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

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

Batter this nation; its heart.
Just an usurped town, to another due,
is a rhythm underneath the falling arches.
let me through.
I'll come a foreign tirade,
With moist and fever-dew,
Enmeshed in all the 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 like my throat.
Joined back and tumbling wayward.
But we are not the water,
No, we are no at all.
For our earth is and dry, and no birds sing.