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
Some pass before us
We, in guilt, let go

An old man runs his hands through memories
Of dreams that wait
The future; much too
One foot caught in yesterday, the other near the
Conveniently from sight
With little fight, he away

So many things unsaid
So many never read
the unenlightened truth
Of blind, youth

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

So things remain unsaid
So many never read
the pitiful results
Of adults

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

So time for things unsaid
So little time we're dead
Behold life's and fragile flower
So easily

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