Luyện nghe bài hát Lost Boys Calling

Come, me now, I am not gone
I not leave you here alone
In this dead calm the waves
I can still hear those boys calling

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

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

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

The spotlight fades, the disband
The final lie mute upon the sand
And in the of the grave
I can still hear those boys calling

We left them there when were young
The men were gone the west was won
And now there's left but time to kill
You never us fishin' dad and now you never will

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