Luyện nghe bài hát Tiny Voices

The brown and orange sky its breath
As the sun to the distant horizon
And our hearts palpitate as we soon will lay supine
And wait for sleep to us

And from in our dark
Subconscious minds we're asleep
Comes a swirling mass of voices resonating
It screams of forgotten victims and their of innocence
And their desperate plea for recognition and

Tiny
Echoes of our
Our long and sallow turn the other way
Tiny
Harbored within
As we outwardly deny that they something to say
And if we confront them, they will never go away

The billions of tiny pinhole fade into a morning sky
Filled with morose wonder
Waking a a cosmetic peace that verifies the turmoil
That we carry inside

And from somewhere in our
Subconscious minds when asleep
Comes a haunting mass of voices resonating
It screams of forgotten victims and their cries of
And their desperate for recognition and recompense

Tiny
of our heritage
Our long and faces turn the other way
voices
Harbored within
As we outwardly deny that they have to say
And if we don't them, they will never go away

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