Luyện nghe bài hát Mauma Kea

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

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

this nation; batter its heart.
Just like an town, to another due,
There is a rhythm the falling arches.
let me through.
I'll come a foreign tirade,
With anguish and fever-dew,
in all the shackles 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 flushed like my 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.