Luyện nghe bài hát Same Shade As Concrete

Rejoice, rejoice a birth, a prince is born.
Behold the birth of violence, beasts of fang and feather cry for our rapture,
and if we beg to be put down, us the most inspired storm.
A princess ravaged by her prince behold; the birth of sex and distance, two frail corpses both were they, his eyes were the first to stray... every tree fast the earth to sky.
Concrete replaces every branch and twig as they frayed upon the birth of ambition. The heavens filled our gilded vessel with poison tears, before we drink, I propose a toast, a final prayer.
Here's to the watchers in the wood, to the last days, unto us a most inspired song.
Shaper, the music.
Halt the harp strings chords confuse our histories with textures.
With the disheartened of a hymnal whose choir is the conviction of the starving, artless, tempted by the feast of proof that this body of work has worth.
Uncertain as the of a chord torn prematurely from a piano's womb.
As we fill our precious lungs with concrete, that faithful shade, a shaper's song is short- a dying breath a singing shore.
Then the only movement and the last of grace:
Pollen falling off the simple joint leg upon the final breath of a dragonfly.
A cardinal, but headstrong in mid flight cries for our concrete rapture, wade...
in the water, wade. Let the flood swell, the storm for her tears.
The faithful say its beautiful, its god's
but the fool knows what the have seen, no salvation's impending.
The faithful say its beautiful, its god's will let the flood swell and the bodies that break we'll just float down the river. Stay tame, soft river, we weigh our faith, stay sweet, run softly, sweet river, the fool who wades in doubt will float like concrete.
Come and fill lungs. Come and fill your lungs.
There's so much hope buried tragedy, its the same shade as concrete.
The faithful say its beautiful, its god's will, let the flood
on the sermons and a parish descending.
There's so much hope buried underneath tragedy, its the shade as concrete.
Let the swell.