Luyện nghe bài hát Melancholy Child

A with a baby
barely seventeen
My mother mourned her
While she me on her knee

A on the road
Added to her tears and
Like silver they fell upon
This melancholy

The sounds of my
Still linger in my
My mother's
train that ran behind our home

A whippoorwill on a window
It should have me smile
But everything sounds
To a child

Now a blood
in our family
Thought I could
The inside of me

So I a little crazy
I went a little
Trying to
My own child

I met a and gentle man
Who thinks the of me
And he looks my way
It is a woman that he

But when I explain to him
The tears that fill my
He me in his arms
And his melancholy child

You take a black temper
And solemn Cherokee
A Southern of humor
And you got someone me

But there are thorns on rose
To I'm reconciled
just a little sharper
To a child

And in my own babe's
I see the of a melancholy child
help us all
Another child