Luyện nghe bài hát Children of Children

Pictures of the farm us
Old men in a gospel Sephia
And horses easy on the reins
Eighty-one a motor in mama's seventeen again
She's squinting at the wind
The of the plains

You and I almost nothing
to God that God was bluffing
seventeen ain't old enough to reason the pain
How could we to stay in love
neither knew the meaning
Of the difference of sacred and

I was riding on my hip
She was than the corn
All the years I from her
by being born.

Didn't to break the cycle
At I went by Michael
No one ever called by my own anyway
full generations
Living all these
way to one late to have a baby on the way

You were riding on mother's hip
She was shorter the corn
All the years you from her
by being born