Luyện nghe bài hát The Warren of Snares

We can account for the in our sides,
Yet we are not to the thoughts that we discard.
who would break us nurture our despair.
But we cherish those who we revile.
We take battle in our fortitude,
The war of yet to be resolved.

We broke the font from we sup,
Bit hard upon the nape of our chaste and blood.
refuge in our commune, orphans, Staccato souls.
Scrawled identities, of our consecration.

Is our dowry, the sorrow of our loss?
Do we inflict our young with the of our past?
We use these imperfections as markers points.
We so much to gain, so little left to loose.

Lay this soil, a marred ambit,
Borders by slick hraka.
Towers of salt out tracks,
in two by careless hands.

The is rife, the harbinger,
It clings to us Efrafa.
Homba, and Yonil,
It like vomit within us all.

The weakening words out in ares,
The to flee, cowardice engulfs.
Our are raised in unison.
tools, branded skin.

Cut away, so much meat,
We forged new against ill repute,
We on tight to one another.
I am for we are many.