Luyện nghe bài hát Roots to Branches

Words get written, words get
Old meanings move in the of time
Lift the torches, see gentle shadows change
The features of the faces cut in stone

Bad mouth on a day
no one's listening
Roots in the wet clay
glistening

True carrying that message
To color just a with their personal touch
Home-spun fancy weavers and half believers
Crusades and creeds like fiery flakes of snow

Bad mouth on a day
Hope no one's
Roots down in the wet
Branches

Roots to
Roots to
to branches

In wet and windy priest holes, grand in cathedrals
on lofty minarets or in a temples of doom
I hope the old man's got his on
He'd better be some quick change
Suffer little children to make their up soon

Bad mouth on a day
Hope no one's
Roots down in the wet
Branches

to branches
Roots to
Roots to

to branches
Roots to
Roots to