Luyện nghe bài hát Sins Of The Fathers

Timeless, on the edge of any
A field of weathered
Watching, all
the fitful resting place
Of silent, bones
Some that before us
We, in guilt, let go

An old man runs his through tattered memories
Of dreams that wouldn't
The much too late
One foot in yesterday, the other near the grave
removed from sight
With fight, he fades away

So many things unsaid
So many signals never
Behold the unenlightened
Of blind, youth

Growing up, a child is
above, so rudely pushed and shoved
By those lost the child-heart
Demanding, without
into parenthood
The son what father was

So many remain unsaid
So many signals never
Behold the results
Of adults

The of our lives run
Under many bridges
No river forever
Is a lesson sorely

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

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