Luyện nghe bài hát The Song that Holds Us Still

"Carry me my legs give out," he says.
We did not this bramble,
this of thorns.
You see us running to anywhere
but where we're to,
the of the sea.
in the womb,
the mouth of divinity.
And we're our hands across
our wrists,
skinny wrists.

We seen Your labor:
this mountain,
foaming sea,
this field of briars.
We seen You.

I want to tell You I see You
that I've done the best with what had
like You did.

We want favor
and I'll ask tomorrow.

Oh I not, I could not
to be let out
I'll ask tomorrow.
And I not, I will not
be found in Your house.