Luyện nghe bài hát Alabama Boy

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

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

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

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

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

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

We were forged by some fire
Far eyes
with sadness and joy
Contradiction, benediction, boy

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

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