Luyện nghe bài hát Memories (revisited)

Memories of when I was a little boy, four old,
Waiting for my daddy to home,
And now I into the eyes of my own son,
Wondering what he's 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.
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 this letter to my boy.
I'm far away, not really what to say
Except, "I'm sorry, oh so sorry."
I want to make these same
Mistakes my daddy made me.
his voice rolls off my tongue
When I say, "Boy, your mom."
Memories of my crying on the phone
Wonderin' when I'm home.
My voice detached and cold,
Reminds me of that I knew;
He had a funny
I needed him to be
All the things only a could be to me.
And I don't want to the same
Mistakes my daddy with me.
Still his rolls off my tongue
I say, "Not now, I'm busy son."
Memories of lying in bed 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 my father's pain;
He did the best what he knew.
I you daddy.
I watched my son asleep
And wonder he'll think of me
years from now he sees his son
Reaching out his hands for love.
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