Luyện nghe bài hát Woven Birds

The plaza in the village where mission bells used to
Is now crumbled to a pile of stench and
Even the swallows have vanished, no longer in another spring
All the blossoms are buried the waste
Out of the shadows grow hatred along the corridor crawls
Crushed by the of hope and never returned

Watched with a hawk's eye
Trees grow silent fruit a suffering sky

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

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

Above the clouds a strange sound fills the air
A never heard
Falling like blessed and the swallows return
As the bells ring