Luyện nghe bài hát Mother

Over land and sea
She out to me
Weaving and the loom
From to womb

and merchants
Pilgrims and
her hand and charted skys
By following her

My

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

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

My

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

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

cry out
Tides in
Somehow she
Giving birth

My


My, my

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