Luyện nghe bài hát Sons Of

Sons of the thief, of the saint
Who is the with no complaint
of the great or sons unknown
All were children like own

The same sweet and the same sad tears
The at night, the nightmare fears
of the great, sons unknown
All children like yourown

So ago

But sons of tycoons or of the farm
All of their children run your arms
fields of gold through fields of ruin
All of their chidren too soon

In waves in walls of flesh
Among dying birds trembling death
Sons of tycoons or of the farms
All of their children run from arms

of your sands or sons passing by
Children we in a lullaby
Sons of true love and of regret
All of their sons you forget
Some the roads, some wrote the poems
Some went to war, some never home
Sons of your sons passing by
we lost in a lullaby
So ago, long, long ago