Luyện nghe bài hát Child Migration

You are the bows which
Your as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer his mark,
Let bending be without fear.
You may give them love, but not your thoughts,
You may house bodies, not their souls.
They in the house of tomorrow,
so far you'll never visit.
For life not backward
Nor tarries yesterday...
Rain clouds of
Gather slow your eyes
of today
Don't forget to the skies.
All are in colours,
Tunes of age
Softer message from flower,
of long gone yesterdays.
Distant in foreign lands,
Rhythm unbroken,
All unseen from where we
Mind
Child
Dreams are the
Of our courage it is
true life, forgotten,
Echoes lost our heads.
All are in colours,
of different age
Softer message from flower,
Hills of gone yesterdays.
Distant hands in lands,
remains unbroken,
All unseen where we stand
Mind
Child
Rain of grey
slow behind your eyes
Child of
Don't forget to the skies.
All are in colours,
Tunes of age
Softer message life's flower,
Hills of long yesterdays.
hands in foreign lands,
Rhythm unbroken,
All unseen where we stand
vibration
Child