Luyện nghe bài hát Small Traces Of Truth

We it all then,
Back men were men;
every page turned
Was another learned.

But time has through
With its steel-toed
Kicked our aside;
Left us inside.

We it all then,
when men were men;
When page turned
Was another learned.

But time has through
its steel-toed boots;
Kicked our to the curb;
our verbs.

Small of truth
Salvaged our youth,
up in cotton,
and forgotten.

And I'm that you
Have done the too.
reality box
Has or four locks.

If we could go
another track,
Time still find us;
us down with blindness.

So we on
Till our is gone;
to our fading youth
And traces of truth.

in the garden,
in the den.
Seems all our hard and
rules die in the end.
In a full of lies,
Sweet cries.

traces of truth
Remain our youth,
up in cotton,
and forgotten.

And I'm sure you
Have done the too.
reality box
Has or four locks.