Luyện nghe bài hát Forsaken Gardens

Where are all the of yesterday?
Where, now, is the happiness and 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 of experience
all fades, green fingers grey....
Time, alone, murder all the flowers,
still, time to share our plots and all that we call 'ours'.
How much worse, then, if we all deny others' needs
and keep our privately?
Its getting colder, wind and rain gashes;
looking back, I only see the I've lost.
Fires smoulder, through the ashes
my are dirty, my mind is numb,
I count the of 'I' :
"I need to get on, I've got to tend my
got to shut you out, no time to crave your now".
Now I see the garden that I've is just the same
as outside;
the fences, erected to protect, divide....
ruination everywhere, the weather has
played havoc the grass --
does anyone his garden's really 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 will
I'd someone to see it all before each root is killed.
Surely now its time to open up life to all ----
tear the walls, if its not too late!
is so much sorrow in the world;
there is so much and heartbreak and pain;
on the road we have all taken a wrong
turn
how can we build the right again?
Through the grief, the pain,
our flowers need others' rain....