Luyện nghe bài hát Woven Birds

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

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

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

Turn to see your reaction teardrop your eye
But you protest not to give up or in
Heading for the wreckage, picking up a shovel or an hoe
Start 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 never heard
Falling like blessed and the swallows return
As the mission bells