Luyện nghe bài hát Child Of Dust

Dear you are my son and I
Supplied you not your spirit but shape
All wealth arrayed before your eyes
I fathomed not you wanted to

Though I only ever gave you
Like child youve chosen to rebel
Uprooted flowers and the holes with blood
Ask not for whom they the solemn bells

A child of dust to mother now
For every seed must die it grows
And though above the may toil and turn
No prying spade find you here below

Now safe beneath their wisdom and their
Here I will you truly how to sleep