Luyện nghe bài hát Memories

Memories of when I was a boy, four years old,
Waiting for my daddy to home,
And now I into the eyes of my own son,
Wondering what thinking of,
Waiting at the window I come home.
Watch his eyes up with joy and wonder.
He reaches out his tiny
I feel the 'tween 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 letter to my boy.
I'm far away, not really what to say
Except, "I'm sorry, oh so sorry."
I don't want to make same
my daddy made with me.
Still his rolls off my tongue
When I say, "Boy, your mom."
Memories of my cryin' on the phone
Wonderin' I'm coming home.
My voice detached and cold,
Reminds me of someone I knew;
He had a funny
I needed him to be
All the things a daddy could be to me.
And I want to make the same
Mistakes my daddy 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 mistakes made.
Now I my father's pain;
He did the with what he knew.
I you daddy.
I watched my son fall
And wonder what think of me
When from now he sees his son
Reachin' out his tiny for love.
all songs by Sean Wang