Luyện nghe bài hát Poetics

There are tourists and there are residents
In a city the walls are filled with sound
Basting off the
Listening to your own in the bass
The wizards sirens
People march, some chant the sound
A lot of the are smaller then their shell
they forget how small they really are in that
grand
even forget where they came from
The gatekeepers, don't own the key
They're merely that depending on how they feel
on day
Extend their arms to and replace
The that let's the quest in and out
The that only lasts a night
Means nothing but a