Luyện nghe bài hát Family Hands

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

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

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

Your 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 inside palms
Her skin may be so weathered, but her grip is so strong
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 of memory only women could have sewn
The threads were stitched by family hands, from the moth
By your and her mother, the weavers of your cloth

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

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