Luyện nghe bài hát Sons Of

Sons of the thief, sons of the
Who is the with no complaint
Sons of the great or sons
All were like your own
The same sweet smiles, the sad tears
The cries at night, the nightmare
Sons of the great or sons
All children like your own

So long long, long, ago

But sons of or sons of the farms
All of the ran from your arms
fields of gold, through fields of ruin
All of the children vanished too
In towering waves, in walls of
Among dying birds trembling death
Sons of tycoons or sons of the
All of the children ran from your

So ago: long, long, ago

But sons of sons or sons passing by
Children we lost in
Sons of true love or sons of
All of the you cannot forget
built the roads, some wrote the poems
Some to war, some never came home
Sons of your sons or passing by
Children we in lullabies

So ago: long, long, ago

But, of the thief, sons of the saint
Who is the child no complaint
of the great or sons unknown
All were children like own
The sweet smiles, the same sad tears
The cries at night, the fears
Sons of the great or sons
All were children like own.