Luyện nghe bài hát The Lost Children

Down the their voices ring, their feet are on the run
Phantoms on the winter sky, together do come
Faded lips and of blue, they're carried in the wind
laughter filled the countryside but they'll not laugh again

All the games are ended now, their have been stilled
Their fathers built the tools of war by which they all killed
Their mothers made the uniforms, showing side they were on
And the young were the middle men for the guns to prey upon

You've seen the fires in the night, watched the as he smiles
You've heard a mournful cry as she searches for her child
You've seen the lines of refugees, the of despair
And wondered at the wise men who never to care

Goodbye, you children, God speed you on your way
Your little beds are empty now, your toys are put
Your mother sings a lullaby as she gazes at the
Your father builds weapons and marches out once more