Luyện nghe bài hát The Smoke of Many Fires

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

What he could not have
Was the upstream;
Those abandoned of the wasted
What he could not known
Was the of the bone
In each ebb and flow he had tasted

found him ailing, delirium rife
Those he loved his illness would wander
With wearing thin,
His eyes clouded in
As the odour of became stronger

It was then that he heard the sharp of torches,
Carried him by men from his clan
A cut through
All the life that he
It was over before it

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

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

At the heart of the blaze, awareness
ascended devoid of desire
From a intertwined,
and death strewn behind,
To the stars, it returned, the fire