Luyện nghe bài hát Tiny Voices

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

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

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

The billions of pinhole embers fade into a morning sky
Filled with poignant wonder
a bear a cosmetic peace that verifies the turmoil
That we carry inside

And somewhere in our dark
Subconscious minds we're asleep
Comes a haunting swirling mass of resonating
It screams of forgotten and their cries of innocence
And their desperate plea for and recompense

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

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