Luyện nghe bài hát Primal Breath

Look the herons in the billed water
Their wet ash wings wear of patience
We drift on, we stories as old as the great seas

Break through the chest, out the mouth
tongues that once were silenced
All the we contain, coming to light

All the dark birds rush from the
Leaving only the stillness of language
There are no clocks to measure
But the of our single hearts

You will know it is
By the way dreams tremble like stones
When the wind through
The wind, of hearts that beat quick and strong