Luyện nghe bài hát These Walls

And with these walls we will never the sun. These knots are eyes and
stain's an effigy. To never be shown in the open world. These walls
have no voice, they only rot. And faded smear's an epitaph. They were
loving once, to be killed and rebuilt by human hands. And made mildew
with memories. But the makes shapes. Oh so clearly. And we can see it.
With the faces of our history. The things that are truly ours are
enclosures with locked doors. These are just like bars and words.
Constructs to be worshipped as such. Our house. And with these walls we
need the sun, or time. They are too sublime.