Luyện nghe bài hát Memories

Memories of when I was a little boy, years old,
Waiting for my daddy to home,
And now I look the eyes of my own son,
Wondering he's thinking of,
at the window when 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 cryin', my gone for weeks at a time,
Not knowing how to her,
Facin' my pillow, not to hear.
Now I write this 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 these same
my daddy made with me.
Still his voice off my tongue
I say, "Boy, protect your mom."
Memories of my wife on the phone
when I'm coming home.
My voice detached and cold,
Reminds me of someone that I
He had a funny
I needed him to be
All the things only a could be to me.
And I don't to make the same
Mistakes my made with me.
his voice rolls off my tongue
When I say, "Not now, I'm son."
of lying in bed with my wife and son,
Overwhelmed by so love,
to explain how a man can cry
Yet be happy,
Thinking of all the dumb I've made.
Now I understand my father's
He did the best what he knew.
I you daddy.
I watched my son asleep
And what he'll think of me
When years now he sees his son
out his tiny hands for love.
all transcribed by Sean Wang