Luyện nghe bài hát Monuments

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

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

In the fragments of the time we've sowed,
We never the crops nor the tares.
In burning what's of every single field,
How could you ever

What is to build here?
Of which do we destroy?
Ancient anger.
Put hands in the earth.
You were the roots of something whole.
Right there you stand; put your hands in the earth.
is nothing left to set us apart.

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

We come back here.
Speaking through the slit in tongue.
out that you belong.
Just for you are in thought,
And you ate of own heart.

is now your greatest fear,
As it tracks your steps.
In planting the seeds your very home,
How could you forget?
And all we have are the monuments.