Luyện nghe bài hát Seven Years

Haven't seen the sun for days
November's got her nails dug in
Haven't my son for seven years
And the chances are we'll never again

If truth be told, I even know his name
If truth be told, he even know my name

I spend my spare time with my rosary
Although I never learnt to
But you don't need the and it's best to pretend
That you've seen the errors of ways

The darkness in is as heavy as a judgment
This darkness, as a judgment

My dreams are now filled Gilead trees
And other sights that I've never
used to be filled with the fears of tomorrow
And the that it might bring

His eyes felt to me as as a stone mason's chisel
His eyes on me, cold like a stone mason's chisel

Strange how a can always recall
What the senses eagerly leave
I can remember his face, rage, and distaste
But to my fear I grown blind

are just dead men making trouble
This memory is just a man making trouble

Haven't seen the sun for days
November's got her nails dug in
Haven't seen my son for years
And the chances are never again meet

Memories are just dead men making
This memory is a dead man making trouble

Memories are dead men making trouble
This memory is just a dead man trouble
Making