Luyện nghe bài hát Age Of Mothers

Ours the heart
Passing our mask of on to our sons
We become so deeply sad
Consigned to

among sisters
In the wake of the
I summon your rains to the fire
inside men

In this age of
In all that

among brothers
Bled the streams
Fingernails closing upon the world of
a new one

Pain when the is of birth
Courage when its to inspire us
Our is a woman whose perfect figure
We are not to touch

In this age of
In all that