Luyện nghe bài hát Family Hands

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

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

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

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

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

And a man you might never be, they'd love you just the same
They've handed so much to you besides your Christian name
And the spoken word heal you like the laying on of hands
Belonging to the who raised you to a man

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