Luyện nghe bài hát Sins Of The Fathers

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

An old man runs his hands tattered memories
Of dreams that wait
The future; too late
One caught in yesterday, the other near the grave
removed from sight
With little fight, he fades

So many things unsaid
So many signals read
the unenlightened truth
Of blind, unfeeling

up, a child is surrounded
Towering above, so pushed and shoved
By those lost the child-heart
Demanding, without
Limping into
The son becomes father was

So many remain unsaid
So many never read
Behold the results
Of unfulfilled

The rivers of our run
Under many burned
No river forever
Is a sorely learned

So little time for unsaid
So little time we're dead
Behold bright and fragile flower
So easily

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