Luyện nghe bài hát Memories (revisited)

Memories of I was a little boy, four years old,
Waiting for my daddy to home,
And now I look the eyes of my own son,
Wondering what thinking of,
Waiting at the when I come home.
Watch his eyes 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 how to comfort her,
Facin' my pillow, not to hear.
Now I write letter to my little boy.
I'm far away, not knowing really to say
Except, "I'm sorry, oh so sorry."
I want to make these same
Mistakes my daddy made me.
Still his rolls off my tongue
When I say, "Boy, your mom."
Memories of my crying on the phone
Wonderin' I'm coming home.
My sounds detached and cold,
Reminds me of someone that I
He had a funny
I needed him to be
All the things only a could be to me.
And I don't want to make the
Mistakes my daddy made me.
Still his voice off my tongue
When I say, "Not now, I'm son."
of lying in bed with my wife and son,
Overwhelmed by so love,
Tryin' to how a man can cry
Yet be happy,
of all the dumb mistakes I've made.
Now I my father's pain;
He did the best with he knew.
I you daddy.
I watched my son asleep
And what he'll think of me
When years now he sees his son
Reaching out his tiny for love.
all transcribed by Sean Wang