Luyện nghe bài hát Monuments

Harsh spoken are these crooked lines we walk by,
Yet beasts of flight.
Don't cease to 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 the fragments of the time we've sowed,
We never the crops nor the tares.
In what's left of every single field,
How could you ever

What is to build here?
Of do first we destroy?
Ancient anger.
Put hands in the earth.
You once 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 never wash it from our hands,
In your name into the marble stone,
How could you forget?

We come back 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 tracks steps.
In planting the along your very home,
How could you forget?
And all we left are the monuments.