Luyện nghe bài hát Tiny Voices

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

And from in our dark
minds when we're asleep
Comes a haunting swirling mass of resonating
It screams of forgotten victims and their cries of
And desperate plea for recognition and recompense

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

The billions of pinhole embers fade into a morning sky
Filled with poignant morose
Waking a a cosmetic peace that verifies the turmoil
we carry deep inside

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

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

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