Luyện nghe bài hát Monuments

Harsh spoken cadence are these crooked we walk by,
Yet beasts of flight.
Don't cease to our roads home,
Drowned amongst a sea of faintly ashes.

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

In gathering the fragments of the time sowed,
We never the crops nor the tares.
In burning what's of every single field,
How could you forget?

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

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

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

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