Luyện nghe bài hát Sins Of The Fathers

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

An old man runs his hands through tattered
Of that wouldn't wait
The much too late
One foot caught in yesterday, the other the grave
Conveniently from sight
With fight, he fades away

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

Growing up, a child is
Towering above, so rudely and shoved
By those lost the child-heart
Demanding, love
Limping into
The son what father was

So many things remain
So signals never read
Behold the pitiful
Of unfulfilled

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

So little for things unsaid
So little time before dead
Behold bright and fragile flower
So devoured

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