Luyện nghe bài hát Sons Of

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

The same sweet smiles and the sad tears
The at night, the nightmare fears
Sons of the great, unknown
All were children yourown

So ago

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

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

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