Luyện nghe bài hát Mother

The have darkened
and the have dried.
Your ways have turned to lies.
Your hands of
to hands of pain.
You for granted the life that God create
The that God created.
The frost and
gave to you,
the muffled whispers true.
And it doesn't how
kind of eyes your looking through.
Do you see our dying?
a picture for you.
I wanna paint picture for you!

With every black choking for
and every inch to death.
Her are held out for you.

(solo)

You the reasons
we're in the that we all made
was that we our poor Mother.
Mother.
Mother.
Now that she's
and she's off all that she gave,
we dig the
of our Mother!
The grass growing
in my yard, no.
Mother.
Mother.
Mother.