Luyện nghe bài hát Memories

Memories of I was a little boy, four years old
for my daddy to come home
And now I into the eyes of my own son
what he's thinking of

Waiting at the window I come home
Watch his fill up with joy and wonder
He reaches out his hand
I feel the bond boy and man

Memories of my mom
My daddy for weeks at a time
Not knowing how to her
Facin' my pillow, pretendin' not to

Now I this letter to my little boy
I'm far away, not knowing what to say
Except, "I'm sorry, oh, so sorry"

I don't want to make these
Mistakes my made with me
Still his rolls off my tongue
When I say, "Boy, protect mom"

of my wife cryin' on the phone
Wonderin' when I'm coming
My voice detached and cold
me of someone that I knew

He had a funny
When I him to be
All the things a daddy could be to me

And I don't want to make the
my daddy made with me
Still his voice rolls off my
I say, "Not now, I'm busy son"

Memories of in bed with my wife and son
by so much love
Tryin' to how a man can cry
Yet still be

Thinking of all the dumb I've made
Now I my father's pain
He did the best with what he
I love you

I watched my son asleep
And wonder what think of me
years from now he sees his son
Reachin' out his tiny for love