Luyện nghe bài hát Alabama Boy

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

part of your make-up
You the language of hunger
So do I, was your God?
Where was mother?

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

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

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

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

We were by some holy fire
Far eyes
Filled with and joy
Contradiction, benediction, boy

There's a on the river
It's sacred
beneath a southern sky
Little Boy

Part Huck Finn and Tom
Floating with a dream in your eye