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 came and rendered all low
And was it's first name by this I would call
And ready the for one and for all

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

The gentle bough was and twisted out of shape
And who knows the when the bough doth break
The mother soil which it's young, now reared her angry head
And rain fell down like teardrops upon the 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 before the flood
Now green fingers of mine are stained by angels' blood