Luyện nghe bài hát The Smoke of Many Fires

The river had brought with it that day,
From driftwood to from the ember
Some things were
While others were
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 were no robust or bright

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

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

It was then that he the sharp crackle of torches,
Carried past him by men his clan
A cut through
All the that he knew
It was over it began

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

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

At the heart of the blaze, awareness
Light devoid of desire
From a intertwined,
Life and strewn behind,
To the stars, it returned, from the