Luyện nghe bài hát Primal Breath

Look the herons in the green billed
wet ash wings wear medallions of patience
We drift on, we have stories as old as the great

Break the chest, flying out the mouth
Noisy tongues that once were
All the we contain, coming to light

All the birds rush from the river
only the stillness of their language
There are no to measure time
But the beating of our single

You will it is winter
By the way dreams tremble like stones
When the wind comes
The wind, full of that beat quick and strong