Luyện nghe bài hát Forsaken Gardens

Where are all the of yesterday?
Where, now, is the happiness and laughter that we
Gone, like our childhood dreams, and beliefs --
is a thief, and he ravages our gardens,
stripping saplings, trees,
trampling on our flowers, sap and drying seeds.
In the candle-light of experience
all colour fades, green grey....
Time, alone, shall all the flowers,
still, there's to share our plots and all that we call 'ours'.
How worse, then, if we all deny each others' needs
and our garden's privately?
Its getting colder, and rain leave gashes;
looking back, I see the friends 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 my garden;
got to shut you out, no time to your pardon now".
Now I see the garden I've grown is just the same
as those
the fences, to protect, simply divide....
ruination everywhere, the weather has
played havoc with the --
does anyone believe his garden's going to last?
In the time allotted us, can any man miserly his own?
Is there any pleasure in a solitary
Come and see my garden if you ----
I'd like someone to see it all before root is killed.
Surely now its time to up each life to all ----
down the walls, if its not too late!
There is so much sorrow in the
there is so emptiness and heartbreak and pain;
Somewhere on the road we all taken a wrong
turn
how can we build the path again?
the grief, through the pain,
our flowers each others' rain....