Luyện nghe bài hát Sons Of

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

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

So ago

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

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

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