Luyện nghe bài hát Memories

Memories of I was a little boy, four years old,
Waiting for my daddy to home,
And now I look the eyes of my own son,
what he's thinking of,
Waiting at the window I come home.
his eyes fill up with joy and wonder.
He reaches out his hand;
I feel the bond boy and man.
Memories of my mom cryin', my daddy gone for at a time,
Not knowing how to her,
my pillow, pretendin' not to hear.
Now I write letter to my little boy.
I'm far away, not knowing really to say
Except, "I'm sorry, oh so sorry."
I don't to make these same
Mistakes my daddy with me.
Still his voice off my tongue
When I say, "Boy, protect mom."
of my wife cryin' on the phone
Wonderin' I'm coming home.
My sounds detached and cold,
Reminds me of someone I knew;
He had a attitude
When I him to be
All the things only a could be to me.
And I don't want to make the
Mistakes my daddy with me.
Still his voice off my tongue
I say, "Not now, I'm busy son."
Memories of 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 mistakes 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 wonder he'll think of me
When years from now he his son
Reachin' out his tiny for love.
all songs by Sean Wang