Luyện nghe bài hát Family Hands

Last we got in the car and we drove
To the town you raised in, your boyhood home
The trees just turning, up on the ridge
And this was your when you were a kid
You showed me the railroad that daddy worked on
As we the old house where your granny lives on
She's nearing ninety years now, with her by her side
Who the places in the heart where loneliness can hide

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

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 their palms
Her skin may be so weathered, but her grip is still so
And I see your eyes belong to her and too mama too
A of Virginia sky, the clearest shade of blue

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

And a rich man you never be, they'd love you just the same
They've handed down so to you besides your Christian name
And the spoken word won't heal you like the laying on of
Belonging to the who raised you to a man

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