Luyện nghe bài hát A Home

A is more than bricks and mortar
Built with stones and by waterfalls
A street is more cars and people
Folks on mobiles feeble calls

And I you am far from home
And I am more flesh and bone

A war is more than and hustle
Why do people turn upon own
For a man is more than blood and
he finds his dignity disowned

And what we all say in the will soon be forgotten by dawn
The morning will come without and we'll fall asleep on the lawn
And while we all dream our will rustle in the leaves
And in high esteem I'll hold you you are dear to me

When I arrived in this dingy town nothing but my plimsolls touching the
I was a mess, a bed head, have been left for dead
I did not which way to turn because my bridges all were burned
But you who believed in me gave me new reaffirmed my faith in a stranger
Now I loved, heavens above, I am lost in sweet surrender