Luyện nghe bài hát The Gardener Of Eden

True I was a gardener, once a time
When the was young and all the earth was mine
Mine to to, to plough and to sow
Before mankind came and all things low
And beauty was it's first name by this I call
And the harvest for one and for all

The orchards and the wheat fields could of fed the world
Were divided up like money and through human slaves
The rivers fresh, the that had no need of name
Now ran red with the blood and drunk with guilty shame

The gentle bough was broken and twisted out of
And who knows the consequences the bough doth break
The mother soil which reared it's young, now her angry head
And rain down like teardrops upon the flower beds

The blame for I'm in no doubt, is mine and mine alone
But so proud was I of my work, I had to share it's
'Tis true I was a gardener in the time the flood
Now these green of mine are stained by angels' blood