Luyện nghe bài hát Forsaken Gardens

Where are all the joys of
Where, now, is the and laughter that we shared?
Gone, our childhood dreams, aspirations and beliefs --
is a thief, and he ravages our gardens,
stripping saplings, trees,
trampling on our flowers, sucking sap and seeds.
In the candle-light of experience
all colour fades, green grey....
Time, alone, shall all the flowers,
still, there's time to share our plots and all we call 'ours'.
How worse, then, if we all deny each others' needs
and keep our garden's
Its getting colder, and rain leave gashes;
back, I only see the friends I've lost.
Fires smoulder, raking through the
my are dirty, my mind is numb,
I count the of 'I' :
"I need to get on, got to tend my garden;
got to you out, no time to crave your pardon now".
Now I see the garden that grown is just the same
as those
the fences, erected to protect, divide....
ruination everywhere, the weather has
played havoc with the --
does anyone believe his really going to last?
In the allotted us, can any man keep miserly his own?
Is any pleasure in a solitary growth?
and see my garden if you will ----
I'd like someone to see it all before each is killed.
Surely now its time to up each life to all ----
down the walls, if its not too late!
There is so sorrow in the world;
there is so much emptiness and heartbreak and
on the road we have all taken a wrong
turn
how can we the right path again?
Through the grief, the pain,
our flowers need each rain....