Luyện nghe bài hát Seven Years

Haven't seen the sun for days
November's got her nails dug in
Haven't my son for seven years
And the chances are never again meet

If truth be told, I don't know his name
If truth be told, he doesn't know my name

I spend my spare time my rosary beads
Although I learnt to pray
But you don't need the light and it's best to
That you've the errors of your ways

The darkness in here is as heavy as a
This darkness, heavy as a

My are now filled with Gilead trees
And other sights I've never seen
They used to be filled with the of tomorrow
And the horror it might bring

His eyes felt to me as cold as a mason's chisel
His eyes fell on me, cold like a stone chisel

Strange how a mind can recall
What the senses eagerly behind
I can his face, rage, disgust and distaste
But to my fear I have grown

are just dead men making trouble
This memory is just a dead man making

seen the sun for seven days
November's got her nails dug in
seen my son for seven years
And the chances are we'll again meet

Memories are just dead men trouble
This memory is just a dead man trouble

Memories are just men making trouble
This is just a dead man making trouble
Making