Luyện nghe bài hát Sins Of The Fathers

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

An old man his hands through tattered memories
Of dreams that wait
The future; much too
One foot caught in yesterday, the other the grave
Conveniently removed from
With fight, he fades away

So many things remain
So many signals read
Behold the truth
Of blind, unfeeling

Growing up, a child is
Towering above, so pushed and shoved
By those who've lost the
Demanding, without
into parenthood
The son becomes father was

So many things unsaid
So signals never read
Behold the pitiful
Of adults

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

So little time for things
So little time before we're
Behold bright and fragile flower
So easily

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