Luyện nghe bài hát Sins Of The Fathers

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

An old man runs his hands through memories
Of that wouldn't wait
The future; much too
One caught in yesterday, the other near the grave
Conveniently removed from
With fight, he fades away

So many things remain
So signals never read
the unenlightened truth
Of blind, youth

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

So things remain unsaid
So many never read
Behold the results
Of adults

The of our lives run
Under many bridges
No river runs
Is a sorely learned

So little time for things
So little before we're dead
Behold life's bright and flower
So devoured

Timeless, on the edge of any
A figure alone
A knife-blade, keen and
That wounds the heart of man
love was never told
Some pass before us
We, in guilt, let go