Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Nobody Perfect

Unforgiveness is a cell that made for myself.
can be said before, "Farewell"

Rich splashed his with cold water, took a look at the man in the mirror.
He dried up and walked out to the porch to finally 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 deep breath, his drenched in sweat.
He heard the ice in his father's tea, the rocking creek of the swing.
Quietly, Rich to speak,
Unforgiveness is a cell that I've for myself.
Things can be before, "Farewell"

When I was young, you were awful to me; a terrible father, a husband.
You to see the blood on your hands.
Of all people, know what it's to fear your ol' man.
My entire life I've resented you, but now I get what mum 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 forgive you, to forgive you, to you!"

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

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

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

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