Luyện nghe bài hát My Three Sons

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

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

I you more than I can say
I give to one
The other cannot away
I the day you came to be
With everything is left to me

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

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

Day is closing, old men and are dozing
That's the of life I've chosen
Just see what become
The humble father of my three
The humbled father of my three