Luyện nghe bài hát Names

To stars and we carry
To names in stone
the depths of seas of grand desires
To the thought pure, into
solitude without numbers and names
Where a curse no longer are
The one- the true number of man
The stench of crowded dogs
With their closed
That are looking into others for
Rotting millions keeping
Of their own truths which you see
A many-headed worm of names
Is eating its tail in wretched
Blinded millions on the road to
The hunger of self-destruction defeats
your gaze- you can't
You won't- it's easier to the herd
You suck on an bag of words
You fulfill yourself in a
Of your own
Carry me, my of hatred
Above the fear of knowing all
I to see my very own death