Luyện nghe bài hát Family Hands

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

You showed me the railroad that daddy worked on
As we neared the old house where granny lives on
She's ninety years now, with her daughters by her side
Who tend the places in the heart where loneliness can

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

Your grandmother a gun in 1932
When times bad just everywhere, you said she used it too
And the life and times of everyone are inside their palms
Her skin may be so weathered, but her grip is so strong
And I see your eyes belong to her and too your too
A of Virginia sky, the clearest shade of blue

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

And a rich man you might never be, love you just the same
They've handed down so much to you besides your Christian
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 than you know
A patchwork quilt of memory women could have sewn
And the were stitched by family hands, protected from the moth
By mother and her mother, the weavers of your cloth