Luyện nghe bài hát Hug

I remember I wasn't much older, four or five at the most,
Goin' to morning were colder, there was no such thing as a Bus.
Our mother d'be searching for school bags and our hair the wrong way,
As she our toast and buttened our coats, here's what my mother did say.

Ah we all a hug in the morning, and one at the end of the day.
many as possible squezed in between to keep life's at bay.
No where ever you ramble, our problems be great or be small.
It's my beliefe that for relief, a hug is the best cure of all.

I met an old exile in Boston, he longed to go home one day.
But he no one there would be caring, for he'd been so long away.
To stop the drop in his coffee, he gave his old whiskers a tug.
And he knew all he'd give all he needed to live, for a big home again hug.

Ah we all a hug in the morning, and one at the end of the day.
And as possible squeezed in between to keep life's troubles at bay.
No where ever you ramble, your problems be great or be small.
It is my beliefe that for relief, a hug is the best cure of all.

A letter can consolation, a phone call can brighten the night.
In the midst of great aggravation, they can put at some things to right.
When your heart just feels like it's breaking, your life's slipping past the plug.
And you feel like a ghost, the thing you want most is to give you a hug.

Ah we all a hug in the morning, and one at the end of the day.
And many as possible squezed in between to keep troubles at bay.
No matter where ever you ramble, your be great or be small.
It is my that for instant relief, a hug is the best cure of all.