Luyện nghe bài hát The Smoke of Many Fires

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

What he could not have
Was the sickness
abandoned remains of the wasted
What he could not known
Was the blight of the
In each ebb and flow he had tasted

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

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

Rope looped his wrists and held to his veins
As beside him his sagged
And tears in their eyes,
Through 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,
Life and death behind,
To the stars, it returned, the fire