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 children your own

The sweet smiles and the same sad tears
The cries at night, the fears
of the great, sons unknown
All were children like

So ago

But of tycoons or sons of the farm
All of children run from your arms
Through fields of gold through fields of
All of chidren vanish too soon

In towering waves in of flesh
Among dying birds with death
of tycoons or sons of the farms
All of children run from your arms

Sons of sands or sons passing by
Children we in a lullaby
Sons of true love and sons of
All of sons you cannot forget
Some build the roads, some wrote the
went to war, some never came home
Sons of your sons orsons by
we lost in a lullaby
So ago, long, long ago