Luyện nghe bài hát Tapestry

Every thread of creation is held in
By still other strands of things
In an tapestry hung from the skyline
Of smoldering cities, so and so vulgar,
As not to be with their own negativity,
But to touch all the living as well.

And every breeze that blows kindly is one breath
We exhale on the blue heaven:
As to touch as the hands of the healer,
As soft as farewells over the coffin.
We're by venom with each breath we take
From the brown chimney and the black highway snake.

And every dawn that breaks golden is in suspension
Like the of the egg in albumen.
Where the birth and the of unseen generations
Are interdependant in orchestration,
And painted in of tapestry thread
When the dying are born and the are dead.

And every pulse of heartbeat is one liquid moment
That through the veins of your being.
Like a river of life flowing on since
the sea with each new generation,
You're now a stagnant and rancid disgrace
That is drowning the whole human race.

And every fish that silent, every bird that fly freely
Every doe steps softly,
crisp leaf that falls, all the flowers that grow,
On this colorful tapestry, somehow they
if man is allowed to destroy all we need
He will soon have to pay with his for his greed