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 --
Time is a thief, and he our gardens,
stripping saplings, trees,
trampling on our flowers, sap and drying seeds.
In the midnight candle-light of
all colour fades, fingers grey....
Time, alone, shall all the flowers,
still, there's time to share our plots and all that we 'ours'.
How worse, then, if we all deny each others' needs
and our garden's privately?
Its colder, wind and rain leave gashes;
looking back, I only see the I've lost.
Fires smoulder, raking the ashes
my hands are dirty, my is numb,
I the cost of 'I' :
"I need to get on, I've got to tend my
got to you out, no time to crave your pardon now".
Now I see the garden that I've grown is just the
as outside;
the fences, erected to protect, divide....
There's ruination everywhere, the has
played havoc the grass --
does anyone his garden's really going to last?
In the time allotted us, can any man keep miserly his
Is there any pleasure in a growth?
Come and see my if you will ----
I'd someone to see it all before each root is killed.
Surely now its time to open up life to all ----
down the walls, if its not too late!
There is so much sorrow in the
there is so much emptiness and and pain;
Somewhere on the road we all taken a wrong
----
how can we build the path again?
Through the grief, the pain,
our need each others' rain....