Luyện nghe bài hát Primal Breath

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

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

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

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