Luyện nghe bài hát Sons Of

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

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

So ago

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

In towering waves in walls of
Among dying birds trembling with
Sons of or sons of the farms
All of their children run your arms

Sons of your sands or sons by
Children we in a lullaby
Sons of true love and of regret
All of sons you cannot forget
Some build the roads, some the poems
Some went to war, some came home
Sons of your sons orsons by
Children we lost in a
So long ago, long, ago