Luyện nghe bài hát The Gardener Of Eden

True I was a gardener, upon a time
When the world was young and all the was mine
Mine to tend to, to and to sow
Before mankind and rendered all things low
And beauty was it's first name by this I call
And ready the for one and for all

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

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

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