Luyện nghe bài hát Black River

There was a stream ran right through my father's land,
but when I go it won't be there anymore.
Cold and dark and - river runs through children's hands,
fragile memories that won't be anymore.

river
black won't be there anymore

I recall a man reaching for my father's hand,
fighting to remember what be there anymore.
Cold and dark and black - river runs through hands,
fragile memories won't be there anymore.

river
black river won't be there