Luyện nghe bài hát Monuments

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

We come 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 of the time we've sowed,
We chose the crops nor the tares.
In burning what's left of every field,
How could you ever

What is left to build
Of which do first we
Ancient anger.
Put hands in the earth.
You once the roots of something whole.
Right there where you stand; put your 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 never wash it our hands,
In carving name into the marble stone,
How you ever forget?

We cannot come 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 greatest fear,
As it calmly your steps.
In planting the seeds along your home,
How you ever forget?
And all we have are the monuments.