Luyện nghe bài hát Sins Of The Fathers

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

An old man runs his hands tattered memories
Of dreams that wouldn't
The much too late
One caught in yesterday, the other near the grave
Conveniently from sight
With little fight, he away

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

Growing up, a is surrounded
above, so rudely pushed and shoved
By those who've the child-heart
Demanding, love
Limping parenthood
The son what father was

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

The of our lives run
Under bridges burned
No river runs
Is a lesson learned

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

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