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,
what he's thinking of,
Waiting at the when I come home.
Watch his fill up with joy and wonder.
He reaches out his hands;
I the bond 'tween boy and man.
of my mom cryin', my daddy gone for weeks 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 knowing really 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."
Memories of my wife crying on the
Wonderin' I'm coming home.
My sounds detached and cold,
Reminds me of someone I knew;
He had a attitude
I needed him to be
All the things only a daddy be to me.
And I want to make 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,
Tryin' to how a man can cry
Yet be happy,
Thinking of all the dumb mistakes made.
Now I understand my pain;
He did the with what he knew.
I you daddy.
I watched my son fall
And wonder he'll think of me
When from now he sees his son
out his tiny hands for love.
all songs transcribed by Sean