Luyện nghe bài hát Sins Of The Fathers

Timeless, on the of any city
A field of weathered
Watching, all
Marks the resting place
Of silent, stirring
that pass before us
We, in guilt, let go

An old man runs his hands through tattered
Of that wouldn't wait
The future; too late
One foot caught in yesterday, the other the grave
removed from sight
With little fight, he fades

So things remain unsaid
So many signals never
the unenlightened truth
Of blind, unfeeling

Growing up, a child is
Towering above, so rudely pushed and
By those lost the child-heart
Demanding, love
Limping parenthood
The son becomes what was

So things remain unsaid
So many signals never
the pitiful results
Of adults

The of our lives run
Under bridges burned
No river forever
Is a sorely learned

So little for things unsaid
So little time before we're
Behold life's and fragile flower
So devoured

Timeless, on the of any memory
A stands alone
A knife-blade, and cold
wounds the heart of every man
Who's was never told
Some pass before us
We, in guilt, let go