Luyện nghe bài hát Family Hands

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

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

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

Your grandmother a gun in 1932
When times were bad just everywhere, you said she it too
And the life and of everyone are traced inside their palms
Her skin may be so weathered, but her grip is still so
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 than you know
A patchwork quilt of memory only could have sewn
The threads were 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 love you just the
They've down so much to you besides your Christian name
And the spoken word won't you like the laying on of hands
Belonging to the ones who you to a man

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