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 just turning, up on the
And was your valley when you were a kid

You showed me the that your daddy worked on
As we neared the old where your granny lives on
She's ninety years now, with her daughters 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 threads were stitched by family hands, protected from the
By mother and her mother, the weavers of your cloth

grandmother owned a gun in 1932
When times were bad just everywhere, you she used it too
And the life and times of everyone are traced their palms
Her may be so weathered, but her grip is still so strong
And I see your eyes to her and too your mama too
A slice of Virginia sky, the clearest of blue

Raised by the women who are stronger you know
A quilt of memory only women could have sewn
The threads were 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 to you besides your Christian name
And the spoken word won't heal you like the on of hands
to the ones who raised you to a man

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