Luyện nghe bài hát Family Hands

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

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

Raised by the women who are than you know
A patchwork quilt of memory women could have sewn
The threads were stitched by 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 inside 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 slice of Virginia sky, the clearest shade of

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

And a rich man you might never be, they'd love you 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 who are stronger than you know
A patchwork quilt of memory only women could sewn
And the threads were stitched by family hands, protected the moth
By your mother and her mother, the of your cloth