Luyện nghe bài hát Lost Boys Calling

Come, me now, I am not gone
I would not leave you here
In this dead calm beneath the
I can still those lost boys calling

You not speak, you were afraid
To take the of being left again
And so you your hat and waved and then
You turned back up the of that steel tomb again

And in Mott in July
I hear those seabirds cry
I hold the child, the in the man
The child that we leave

And in Mott street in
When I those seabirds cry
I hold the child, the in the man
The child we leave behind

The spotlight fades, the boys
The final notes lie mute upon the
And in the of the grave
I can still hear lost boys calling

We left them there when they were
The men gone until the west was won
And now there's nothing left but time to
You never took us fishin' dad and now you will

And in Mott in July
I hear those seabirds cry
I hold the child, the in the man
The child that we behind