Luyện nghe bài hát Amor de madre (english)

December of the anus 13' 80 at o'clock,
a boy was born with eyes blue brown hair,
the mother a lot of pride after so much time,
finally smiles of emotion,
he/she restlessly,
the nurse which is the reason,
because the father single 6 months
of that he/she abandoned them,
I leave neither reasons neither prints
one morning he/she left and it return,
and the doesn't forget that day
that ingrate man failed him.

The boy pa' 8 months,
he/she resembles their and mom already says,
the already begin,
the welfare doesn't reach and already nobody to help,
alone he cares to understand their son needs to eat,
and he lacks the 2 months the silver
that he/she enters it doesn't pa anything
take that mother
the takes it to progress,
and that boy you dió counts
that toward their mother for the...
else.

And they go passing the anuses and mommy's boy,
he/she as a king,
anything was if in everything it was consented,
and smug the youth you had returned and the best is believed,
for their mother's perspiration he/she has car of the
and you not of Armani but,
alone a friend
and many enemies for personality,
when you to big
I want you to be or a great one military,
don't forget that you have father,
and the girlfriend that you yourself has to love,
I am your your father and your friend,
they were the of that mom.

is the history of an unsociable mother,
that raising son made an error,
he/she didn't advice it followed their feelings,
although he/she sold body for their son it fought,
love is an infinite love,
it is the fruit in the it is a god gift,
we sometimes errors,
and poor woman didn't have another option.

16 of the year 2003, he/she is no longer a boy,
he/she has 23,
the mother crying their son has
he/she has bad friendships and it uses drugs,
him dió and never to their mother he/she listened,
one day they on the door,
officials looking for a murderer with description,
the mother didn't it and crying
my son said to you/he/she killed,
and the mother crying of
screamed in cries you have pity my god,
he a cumin the tests,
their son was in his heart,
the son suffered in the jail
but their suffered... and he/she died,
the son now
the good thing it was their mother and it never valued it
you made the blame,
and to like it was it is a god punishment.

This is the history of an mother,
that raising their son an error,
he/she didn't advice it followed their feelings,
although he/she their body for their son it fought,
mother's love is an love,
it is the fruit in the it is a god gift,
we make errors,
and that poor woman didn't another option