Luyện nghe bài hát Memories (revisited)

Memories of I was a little boy, four years old,
Waiting for my to come home,
And now I look the eyes of my own son,
Wondering what he's of,
Waiting at the when I come home.
his eyes fill up with joy and wonder.
He reaches out his tiny
I the bond 'tween boy and man.
Memories of my mom cryin', my 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 want to these same
Mistakes my daddy made me.
his voice rolls off my tongue
When I say, "Boy, protect mom."
of my wife crying on the phone
Wonderin' I'm coming home.
My sounds detached and cold,
me of someone that I knew;
He had a attitude
When I him to be
All the only a daddy could be to me.
And I don't want to the same
Mistakes my made with me.
Still his rolls off my tongue
I say, "Not now, I'm busy son."
Memories of lying in bed with my 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 understand my father's
He did the with what he knew.
I you daddy.
I my son fall asleep
And what he'll think of me
years from now he sees his son
Reaching out his tiny for love.
all songs by Sean Wang