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, 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 fades, green fingers 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 our garden's privately?
Its getting colder, wind and leave gashes;
back, I only see the friends I've lost.
Fires smoulder, raking the ashes
my are dirty, my mind is numb,
I the cost of 'I' :
"I need to get on, got to tend my garden;
got to shut you out, no to crave your pardon now".
Now I see the that I've grown is just the same
as outside;
the fences, to protect, simply divide....
There's ruination everywhere, the has
played havoc the grass --
anyone believe his garden's really going to last?
In the time us, can any man keep miserly his own?
Is any pleasure in a solitary growth?
Come and see my garden if you ----
I'd like to see it all before each root is killed.
Surely now its to open up each life to all ----
down the walls, if its not too late!
There is so sorrow in the world;
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 each others' rain....