Luyện nghe bài hát Mama's Arms

Going to a tender age
So of confusion and rage
Daddy says, "Boys, your gone"

There's a hand on your shoulder as throwing dirt
Someone says, "Time the hurt
Little man, you got to keep on on"
But all you want is arms

You back home in a Limousine
The saddest car that ever seen
Your brother can not you in the eye

Lightning strikes, roars
An early winter in heart of yours
But you swear you won't let see you cry
'Cause all you is mama's arms

The neighbors come and bring you
words and futile sighs
And you run up to your room and the door

And you are in your Sunday best
The way your mama would have had you
And you it doesn't matter anymore
'Cause all you want is mama's

'Round and 'round and it goes
The seasons the young boy grows
To understand all part of some plan

You to wonder what it's all about
Now are questions you can do without
You them off and do the best you can
But all you is mama's arms
All you want is mama's