Luyện nghe bài hát Seeds

(Pat Murphy)
Sometimes I on my way home
And the children play
And I wonder if they
they'll be someday
Some dream a big dream
And it all come true
While others go on
Of they'll never do
We're all seeds
In God's
We start the
But we land
Is sometimes fertile
And sand
all just seeds
In God's
I saw a friend the day
I hardly
done a lot of living
Since I'd last looked in his
He told his of how he'd failed
The lessons he'd taught
But he no excuses
And he me with this thought
We're all just
In hands
We start the
But where we
Is sometimes fertile
And sand
We're all just
In hands
As I'm at a crossroads once again
I'm reminded we're all the same when we
And in the end...
We're all seeds
In hands
We the same
But where we
Is fertile soil
And sometimes
We're all seeds
In God's
all just seeds
In God's