Luyện nghe bài hát Family Hands

Last we got in the car and we drove
To the town you were in, your boyhood home
The trees were turning, up on the ridge
And this was your valley you were a kid

You showed me the that your daddy worked on
As we neared the old house where your granny on
nearing ninety years now, with her daughters by her side
Who the places in the heart where loneliness can hide

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

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

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

And a rich man you might never be, they'd 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
to the ones who raised you to a man

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