Luyện nghe bài hát Lost Boys Calling

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

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

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

And in Mott in July
I hear 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 silence of the
I can hear those lost boys calling

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

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