Luyện nghe bài hát The Lost Children

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

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

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

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