Luyện nghe bài hát Melancholy Child

A with a baby
Just barely
My mother her innocence
While she bounced me on her

A on the road
to her tears and trials
Like silver rain fell upon
melancholy child

The of my childhood
Still in my song
My lullaby
That that ran behind our home

A whippoorwill on a window
It should made me smile
But sounds lonesome
To a child

Now a restless
Runs in our
Thought I could
The emptiness of me

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

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

But when I can't to him
The tears that fill my
He me in his arms
And his melancholy child

You take a Irish temper
And solemn Cherokee
A Southern of humor
And you got like me

But there are thorns on every
To this I'm
They're a little sharper
To a melancholy

And in my own eyes
I see the of a melancholy child
help us all
Another child