Luyện nghe bài hát Sins Of The Fathers

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

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

So many remain unsaid
So signals never read
the unenlightened truth
Of blind, unfeeling

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

So things remain unsaid
So many signals never
the pitiful results
Of unfulfilled

The of our lives run
many bridges burned
No river runs
Is a lesson sorely

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

Timeless, on the of any memory
A figure alone
A knife-blade, keen and
wounds the heart of every man
Who's love was told
Some pass before us
We, in guilt, let go