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
Pray to God God was bluffing
seventeen ain't old enough to with the pain
How could we expect to stay in
When neither the meaning
Of the difference of sacred and

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

Didn't to break the cycle
At seventeen I by Michael
No one ever by my own name anyway
Half generations
all these expectations
Giving way to one late to a baby on the way

You were riding on mother's hip
She was shorter than the
All the years you took her
Just by born