Luyện nghe bài hát Family Hands

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

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

Your owned a gun in 1932
times were bad just everywhere, you said she used it too
And the and times of everyone are traced inside their palms
Her skin may be so weathered, but her grip is still so
And I see your belong to her and too your mama too
A slice of sky, the clearest shade of blue

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

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

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