Luyện nghe bài hát Forsaken Gardens

Where are all the joys of
Where, now, is the happiness and that we shared?
Gone, like our childhood dreams, aspirations and --
Time is a thief, and he 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 time to our plots and all that we call 'ours'.
How much worse, then, if we all each others' needs
and keep our privately?
Its getting colder, wind and rain gashes;
looking back, I see the friends I've lost.
smoulder, raking through the ashes
my hands are dirty, my is numb,
I the cost of 'I' :
"I need to get on, got to tend my garden;
got to shut you out, no time to crave your now".
Now I see the garden I've grown is just the same
as those
the fences, to protect, simply divide....
There's ruination everywhere, the has
havoc with the grass --
does anyone his garden's really going to last?
In the time allotted us, can any man keep his own?
Is any pleasure in a solitary growth?
Come and see my if you will ----
I'd like someone to see it all before root is killed.
Surely now its to open up each life to all ----
down the walls, if its not too late!
There is so much sorrow in the
is so much emptiness and heartbreak and pain;
Somewhere on the road we all taken a wrong
turn
how can we build the right again?
Through the grief, the pain,
our flowers need others' rain....