Luyện nghe bài hát The Smoke of Many Fires

The had brought with it much that day,
From driftwood to blood the ember
Some things hidden
While others seen
Yet the man somehow not remember...
Having ambled away the water's banks
To return to his tribe and lights,
He found a failing,
Of flesh, and of -
They were no robust or bright

What he not have seen
Was the sickness
Those remains of the wasted
he could not have known
Was the of the bone
In each ebb and flow he had tasted

Dawn him ailing, delirium rife
he loved feared his illness would wander
With time thin,
His eyes clouded in
As the of smoke became stronger

It was then he heard the sharp crackle of torches,
Carried past him by men from his
A panic cut
All the life that he
It was before it began

looped his wrists and held tight to his veins
As beside him his relatives
And with in their eyes,
confusion and cries,
Out towards the wild flames he was

Like before him, regardless of form,
It as chance had decided
So contained,
An refrain,
Having and angered and guided

At the of the blaze, awareness dissolved
ascended devoid of desire
From a intertwined,
Life and death behind,
To the stars, it returned, from the