Luyện nghe bài hát Alabama Boy

You kinda like Jesus
In Italian paintings
You so familiar, maybe that's why
You're accustomed to

It's of your make-up
You speak the language of
So do I, where was your
was your mother?

Where is the honor in a child?
Your on his hands
A voice thunder
You won't give him the pleasure of you cry

Alabama boy a man
Living your the best that you can
With a full of not enough
You could've chose but you chose love

When in the room
It's there on face
So to me that you're walking in Grace
I'm always at the things that you do

You me
And those you
And I don't even you
But I've you forever

We were forged by some holy
Far eyes
Filled sadness and joy
Contradiction, benediction, boy

There's a raft on the
It's sacred
Sparkling beneath a sky
Little Boy

Part Finn and Tom Sawyer
away with a dream in your eye