Luyện nghe bài hát Stoic

Reality sets into a heart that wishes to read you lies that sit like an book.
This must open, this must stay clear, this must be said for all to hear.
These are living, breathing like us.
Going, unaddressed, undeniable.
These are living, breathing like us.
They don't the same on a plate.
Are we fixable?
Drop the dish that fill the mouth with meat.
To the floor and watched it break.
One thousand pieces of that equals one thousand days gone past.
And how has technology us any further,
when this is still stuck in its primitive dietary ways?
Only a death trap for worlds, tomorrow can't be fixed.
today's crisis is aborted, stop looking ahead!
Are we fixable?