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 neared the old house 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

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

Your owned a gun in 1932
When times 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 so strong
And I see your eyes to her and too your mama too
A slice of Virginia sky, the shade of blue

Raised by the who are stronger than you know
A quilt 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

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

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