Luyện nghe bài hát Children of Children

Pictures of the before us
Old men in a gospel chorus
And saddle horses on the reins
Eighty-one a motor in your mama's again
She's squinting at the wind
The of the plains

You and I were almost
Pray to God God was bluffing
seventeen ain't old to reason with the pain
How we expect to stay in love
When knew the meaning
Of the difference of sacred and

I was on my mother's hip
She was shorter than the
All the years I from her
by being born.

Didn't mean to break the
At seventeen I went by
No one called by my own name anyway
Half full
Living all expectations
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 took her
Just by born