Luyện nghe bài hát Lydia

Lydie lit a today,
fumbling fingers in her way
From a year old coffee cup she sipped a bit of gin,
her eyes and let the memories in.

She in the old place all alone,
in touch with neighbours by the phone,
Grows on the graves of her firstborn and his father,
And the trucks never bother her.

Oh Lydie, let him go. the boy is gone,
Her mother as she tore him from her arms,
Oh Lydia, your tears are rain,
But she was the same.

A cotton and satin shoes,
summer sun, dressed in amber hues,
Spending time a coal miner's son,
To an old time tune,

The went by just like a breeze that year,
wed in June, and by the fall the boy was here,,
Word come down from big stone, there's a in the mine,
And men they couldn't find.

Oh Lydie, let him go. the boy is gone,
Her mother as she tore him from her arms,
Oh Lydia, your are heaven's rain,
But she was the same.

She watched pull him from the hole,
The overalls he wore blackened by the smoke,
Lydie twice had had this dream and it had come true.
And she saw his father's boots she knew.

Oh Lydie, let him go. the boy is gone,
Her mother as she tore him from her arms,
Oh Lydia, tears are heaven's rain,
But she was the same.

lit a cigarette today,
Ancient fumbling in her way
From a forty old coffee cup she sipped a bit of gin,
Closed her eyes and let the in.