Luyện nghe bài hát Lost Boys Calling

Come, hold me now, I am not
I would not you here alone
In dead calm beneath the waves
I can hear those lost boys calling

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

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

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

The spotlight fades, the boys
The final notes lie upon the sand
And in the silence of the
I can still hear those boys calling

We left them when they were young
The men were until the west was won
And now nothing left but time to kill
You never took us dad and now you never will

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