Luyện nghe bài hát Sketches of Reality

of reality...
Never the original
Fill in the by guessing its content
Incomplete, imperfect, and flowed
Words are not enough to the image,
To deliver the
When the building stones are
And the are falling down
How can we begin to raise a monument?
Aven dream of a palace?
What road can be using empty maps?
truth can be built using broken tools?
What answers can be by blind guidance?

The images will remain sketches
Incomplete depictions of
While we try to the ladden
With rotting and steps
Hoping to catch a of a dream...