Luyện nghe bài hát Forsaken Gardens

Where are all the of yesterday?
Where, now, is the happiness and laughter that we
Gone, our childhood dreams, aspirations and beliefs --
Time is a thief, and he our gardens,
saplings, felling trees,
trampling on our flowers, sucking sap and seeds.
In the midnight of experience
all colour fades, fingers grey....
Time, alone, shall all the flowers,
still, there's 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 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 to crave your pardon now".
Now I see the garden that grown is just the same
as outside;
the fences, to protect, simply divide....
ruination everywhere, the weather has
played havoc the grass --
anyone believe his garden's really going to last?
In the time allotted us, can any man keep miserly his
Is there any in a solitary growth?
Come and see my garden if you ----
I'd like someone to see it all before each is killed.
Surely now its time to open up each life to all
tear the walls, if its not too late!
There is so much in the world;
there is so much emptiness and heartbreak and
Somewhere on the road we have all a wrong
----
how can we build the path again?
the grief, through the pain,
our need each others' rain....