Luyện nghe bài hát Mother

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

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

My

Some came and built in stone and
Some planted fields on land
And harvested their
Then

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

My

Condemning my true
I stood outside of myself, outside of
of myself

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

cry out
Tides in
Somehow she
Giving again

My


My, my

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