Luyện nghe bài hát Memories (revisited)

Memories of when I was a little boy, years old,
for my daddy to come home,
And now I look into the of my own son,
Wondering he's thinking of,
Waiting at the window I come home.
Watch his fill up with joy and wonder.
He out his tiny hands;
I feel the bond boy and man.
of my mom cryin', my daddy gone for weeks at a time,
Not how to comfort her,
my pillow, pretendin' not to hear.
Now I write 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 rolls off my tongue
When I say, "Boy, protect mom."
of my wife crying on the phone
Wonderin' when I'm home.
My voice detached and cold,
Reminds me of that 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
my daddy made with me.
Still his voice off my tongue
I say, "Not now, I'm busy son."
Memories of lying in bed with my 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 my father's pain;
He did the best what he knew.
I you daddy.
I my son fall asleep
And what he'll think of me
When from now he sees his son
out his tiny hands for love.
all transcribed by Sean Wang