Luyện nghe bài hát Melancholy Child

A with a baby
Just seventeen
My mourned her innocence
While she bounced me on her

A on the road
Added to her tears and
silver rain they fell upon
This child

The sounds of my
Still linger in my
My lullaby
That train that ran our home

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

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

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

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

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

You a black Irish temper
And some solemn
A Southern of humor
And you got someone me

But are thorns on every rose
To this I'm
They're just a little
To a melancholy

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