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 shoulder as you're throwing dirt,
says, "Time heals the hurt.
Little man you got to on keepin' on."
but all you is
arms.
You ride home in a limousine,
the car that you've ever seen,
your cannot look you in the eye.
Lightning stikes and roars,
an early winter in that of yours,
but you swear you let them see you cry
'ca
use all you want is arms.
The come and bring you pies,
endless and futile sighs,
and you run up to your room and the door.
And there you are in Sunday best,
the way your Mama have had your dressed,
and you it doesn't matter anymore
all you want is Mama's arms.
'Round and and 'round it goes.
The change the young boy grows
to it's all part of some plan.
You used to wonder what all about,
Now are questions you can do without.
You laugh them off and do the you can.
but all you is Mama's arms.
All you in Mama's arms.