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 father of my three sons

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

I love you than I can say
I give to one
The other cannot away
I bless the day you 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
Still I want it for my sons
My, my, my three

Deep in the night I cold and sick
But I only curse
I bless the day you came to be
everything that is left 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