Luyện nghe bài hát Woven Birds

The plaza in the village where bells used to ring
Is now crumbled to a of stench and ruin
Even the have vanished, no longer return in another spring
All the are buried 'neath the waste
Out of the shadows grow hatred the corridor crawls fear
by the promise of hope and never returned

Watched with a trained eye
Trees grow silent 'neath a suffering sky

Those who stayed keep a flame in memory of the fallen
Pass on the old despite the risk
But many more left here on mended broken wings

Turn to see your reaction teardrop fills eye
But you protest not to up or give in
straight for the wreckage, picking up a shovel or an hoe
Start putting back the one by one
Numbers come out of the woodwork to see the rebirth

the swollen clouds a strange sound fills the air
A silence heard
Falling like blessed rain and the return
As the bells ring