Luyện nghe bài hát Family Hands

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

You showed me the railroad that 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 tend the places in the where loneliness can hide

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

Your grandmother owned a gun in
When times were bad 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 still so
And I see your eyes to her and too your mama too
A slice of Virginia sky, the clearest shade of

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

And a rich man you might never be, they'd you just the same
They've handed down so much to you besides your Christian
And the spoken word won't heal you like the laying on of
to the ones who raised you to a man

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