Luyện nghe bài hát The Song that Holds Us Still

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

We have seen labor:
looming mountain,
this sea,
this field of briars.
We seen You.

I to tell You when I see You
that I've done the best what I've had
just You did.

We want favor
and I'll ask tomorrow.

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