Luyện nghe bài hát My Three Sons

Day is dawning, almost like a warning
Wind was rushing the trees almost roaring
I thought that I'd become
The proud father of my sons

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

I love you than I can say
I give to one
The other cannot away
I bless the day you to be
With everything that is to me

your pillow, go to sleep and I will follow
May you never have any more
not something you can count upon
Still I want it for my sons
My, my, my sons

in the night I turn cold and sick
But I only arithmetic
I bless the day you came to be
With everything is left to me

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