Luyện nghe bài hát Primal Breath

Look the herons in the green water
Their wet ash wear medallions of patience
We drift on, we have stories as old as the great

Break the chest, flying out the mouth
Noisy tongues that once silenced
All the oceans we contain, coming to

All the dark birds from the river
Leaving only the of their language
There are no clocks to measure
But the beating of our single

You know it is winter
By the way your tremble like stones
When the wind comes
The wind, of hearts that beat quick and strong