Luyện nghe bài hát Same Shade As Concrete

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