Luyện nghe bài hát Forsaken Gardens

Where are all the of yesterday?
Where, now, is the happiness and laughter we shared?
Gone, like our childhood dreams, and beliefs --
Time is a thief, and he our gardens,
stripping saplings, trees,
on our flowers, sucking sap and drying seeds.
In the midnight of experience
all fades, green fingers grey....
Time, alone, murder all the flowers,
still, there's time to 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 see the friends I've lost.
Fires smoulder, raking through the
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 shut you out, no time to your pardon now".
Now I see the garden that I've 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 really to last?
In the allotted us, can any man keep miserly his own?
Is there any pleasure in a solitary
Come and see my if you will ----
I'd like 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 in the world;
is so much emptiness and heartbreak and pain;
Somewhere on the we have all taken a wrong
----
how can we build the path again?
the grief, through the pain,
our flowers need each rain....