Luyện nghe bài hát Woven Birds

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

Watched a hawk's trained eye
Trees silent fruit 'neath a suffering sky

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

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

Above the swollen clouds a strange sound the air
A silence heard
Falling like blessed rain and the swallows
As the mission bells