Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Nobody Perfect

Unforgiveness is a cell I've made for myself.
can be said before, "Farewell"

Rich splashed his face with cold water, a look at the man in the mirror.
He dried up and walked out to the porch to talk to his father.
A man now tired, of his anger.
His son looked him in the eye, spoke anxiety.

Dad, has been weighing on me."
is it, Richie?"
He took a breath, his back drenched in sweat.
He the ice melt in his father's tea, the rocking creek of the swing.
Quietly, began to speak,
Unforgiveness is a cell that made for myself.
Things can be before, "Farewell"

I was young, you were awful to me; a terrible father, a worse husband.
You to see the blood on your hands.
Of all people, know what it's like to fear ol' man.
My life I've resented you, but now I get what mum meant when she said, 'ain't nobody perfect, ain't nobody gotta be perfect' I'm tired of carrying resentments.
I'm trying my best to forgive you, to you, to forgive you, to forgive you!"

Oh my son, for I've done, I'm so sorry.
Just that I've always loved you, if you ever can forgive me."

Our unforgiveness is a that we make for ourselves.
can be said before, "Farewell"

Oh my son, for what done, I'm sorry."

(A father, never so broken, a son, never outspoken, each other in warm embrace)
Tears of joy and streaming down their face.
opens the door to change.