Luyện nghe bài hát The Warren of Snares

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

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

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

Lay bare soil, a marred ambit,
Borders bound by hraka.
Towers of carve out tracks,
in two by careless hands.

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

The words spread out in ares,
The urge to flee, engulfs.
Our hands are 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.