Luyện nghe bài hát Mauma Kea

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

We've loathed ourselves more 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 come a foreign tirade,
With moist and fever-dew,
Enmeshed in all the of decline,
And they'll scream to you that I have in thrall.
let me through.

We are the fall.
We break across the stones.
And we another 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 earth is cold and dry, and no sing.