Luyện nghe bài hát My Three Sons

Day is dawning, almost like a warning
Wind was rushing the trees almost roaring
I never that I'd become
The proud father of my three

Here's a fragment between the shame and the
For all the years I might have been absent
I do what can't be undone
Oh no, my sons

I love you more I can say
What I to one
The other cannot away
I the day you came to be
everything that is left to me

Here's your pillow, go to sleep and I will
May you have any more sorrows
That's not you can count upon
I want it for my three sons
My, my, my sons

Deep in the I turn cold and sick
But I curse arithmetic
I bless the day that you to be
With everything that is to me

Day is closing, old men and infants are
That's the kind of I've chosen
Just see what I've
The humble of my three sons
The humbled of my three sons