Luyện nghe bài hát Mauma Kea

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

We've loathed ourselves 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 the falling arches.
let me through.
I'll come a foreign tirade,
anguish 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 apart the stones.
And we seek river,
Half like 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.