Luyện nghe bài hát Primal Breath

Look the herons in the green billed
Their wet ash wings 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 were
All the oceans we contain, to light

All the dark birds rush from the
Leaving only the of their language
are no clocks to measure time
But the beating of our hearts

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