Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Nobody Perfect

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

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

Dad, something has been on me."
is it, Richie?"
He took a deep breath, his back in sweat.
He heard the ice melt in his father's tea, the rocking of the swing.
Quietly, Rich to speak,
Unforgiveness is a cell I've made for myself.
Things can be before, "Farewell"

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

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

Our unforgiveness is a cell we make for ourselves.
Things can be before, "Farewell"

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

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