Luyện nghe bài hát Seven Years

Haven't the sun for seven days
got her nails dug in deep
Haven't my son for seven years
And the chances are we'll again meet

If be told, I don't even know his name
If be told, he doesn't even know my name

I spend my spare time my rosary beads
Although I learnt to pray
But you don't need the light and best to pretend
That you've seen the errors of ways

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

My dreams are now filled with Gilead
And other sights that I've seen
They used to be with the fears of tomorrow
And the horror that it bring

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

Strange how a mind can always
What the senses eagerly leave
I can his face, rage, disgust and distaste
But to my fear I have grown

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

Haven't seen the sun for seven
November's got her dug in deep
Haven't seen my son for years
And the chances are we'll again meet

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

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