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 a sea of faintly falling ashes.

We cannot back here.
Speaking the slit in your tongue.
Crying out 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 chose the nor the tares.
In burning what's of every single field,
How you ever forget?

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

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

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

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