Luyện nghe bài hát Prayers As Donations

I'm of seeing you boxed up
in cardboard and fatigue, threadbare in 20 degrees.
And I'll be around you so lightly,
hoping you won't disturb me
making my retreat, from making my retreat.

A time ago, we paved our cities over bones.
We cadavers into roads,
and when we prayers, we gave them as donations
and lingered with
as the casket was on your fingers.

You lost your face in the
but God, I'm no
with the ways and the means to this.
But I'll my hands in the court of injustice
with five bucks for AIDS orphans I've never met
or for veterans.

So will you give me what I came for?
Forgiveness, more.