Luyện nghe bài hát Mother

Over and over sea
She out to me
Weaving and threading the
From womb to

and merchants
Pilgrims and
Felt her hand and skys
By her moon

My

Some came and built in and bone
planted fields on promised land
And harvested dreams
disappeared

As generations lose memory
I'll try and remind my
And hope that it set me free

My

Condemning my nature
I outside of myself, outside of myself
of myself

Conditioning is made me
Lose sight of myself, lose of myself
Lose

cry out
Tides in
she replenishes
Giving again

My


My, my

Mother, mother,
Mother, mother,
Mother,
My, my, my