Luyện nghe bài hát Monuments

Harsh cadence are these crooked lines we walk by,
Yet beasts of flight.
cease to line our roads home,
Drowned amongst a sea of faintly ashes.

We cannot come here.
Speaking through the in your tongue.
out that you belong.
Just for you are in thought,
And you ate of own heart.

In gathering the fragments of the we've sowed,
We never the crops nor the tares.
In burning what's left of single field,
How you ever forget?

What is left to here?
Of which do we destroy?
Ancient anger.
Put your in the earth.
You were the roots of something whole.
Right where you stand; put your hands in the earth.
There is left to set us apart.

There can be an end to all the graves and the dust
And we will never it from our hands,
In your name into the marble stone,
How you ever forget?

We cannot come here.
Speaking through the in your tongue.
out that you belong.
Just for you are in thought,
And you ate of own heart.

Immensity is now greatest fear,
As it calmly your steps.
In planting the seeds along very home,
How could you ever
And all we have are the monuments.