Luyện nghe bài hát Family Hands

Last Sunday we got in the car and we
To the town you were in, your boyhood home
The were just turning, up on the ridge
And this was valley when you were a kid
You showed me the railroad that your daddy on
As we neared the old where your granny lives on
nearing ninety years now, with her daughters by her side
Who tend the places in the heart where loneliness can

Raised by the women who are stronger you know
A quilt of memory only women could have sewn
The threads were by family hands, protected from the moth
By your mother...and her mother, the of your cloth

Your grandmother owned a gun in
times were bad just everywhere, you said she used it too
And the life and times of everyone are traced inside their
Her skin may be so weathered, but her is still so strong
And I see your eyes belong to her and too your too
A slice of Virginia sky, the clearest of blue

Raised by the who are stronger than you know
A patchwork quilt of only women could have sewn
The threads stitched by family hands, protected from the moth
By mother...and her mother, the weavers of your cloth

And a rich man you might be, they'd love you just the same
handed down so much to you besides your Christian name
And the spoken word won't heal you like the laying on of
Belonging to the ones who you to a man

Raised by the women who are stronger than you
A patchwork of memory only women could have sewn
The threads stitched by family hands, protected from the moth
By your mother...and her mother, the weavers of cloth