Luyện nghe bài hát Memories

Memories of when I was a little boy, years old,
for my daddy to come home,
And now I look the eyes of my own son,
Wondering what he's of,
Waiting at the window when I home.
Watch his eyes up with joy and wonder.
He out his tiny hand;
I the bond 'tween boy and man.
of my mom cryin', my daddy gone for weeks at a time,
Not how to comfort her,
Facin' my pillow, not to hear.
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 to make these same
Mistakes my daddy with me.
Still his voice off my tongue
When I say, "Boy, your mom."
Memories of my cryin' on the phone
when I'm coming home.
My sounds detached and cold,
Reminds me of that I knew;
He had a funny
I needed him to be
All the things only a daddy 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 lying in bed my wife and son,
Overwhelmed by so love,
Tryin' to how a man can cry
Yet be happy,
Thinking of all the dumb mistakes made.
Now I understand my father's
He did the best with he knew.
I you daddy.
I my son fall asleep
And what he'll think of me
years from now he sees his son
Reachin' out his hands for love.
all transcribed by Sean Wang