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, unto us the most 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... 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.
to the watchers in the wood, here's to the last days, unto us a most inspired song.
Shaper, the music.
Halt the harp whose chords confuse our histories with textures.
the disheartened chorus 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 fingering of a chord torn prematurely from a womb.
As we fill our precious lungs with concrete, that faithful shade, a shaper's song is stopped short- a dying a singing shore.
Then the only movement and the last remains of
falling off the simple hinge joint leg upon the final breath of a dragonfly.
A cardinal, lost but in mid flight cries for our concrete rapture, wade...
in the water, wade. Let the flood swell, thank the for her tears.
The say its beautiful, its god's will
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. tame, soft river, while we weigh our faith, stay sweet, run softly, sweet river, the fool who wades in doubt will float like concrete.
and fill your lungs. Come and fill your lungs.
There's so hope buried underneath tragedy, its the same shade as concrete.
The faithful say its beautiful, its god's will, let the swell
on the loudspeaker sermons and a descending.
There's so hope buried underneath tragedy, its the same shade as concrete.
Let the swell.