Luyện nghe bài hát Primal Breath

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

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

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

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