Luyện nghe bài hát Mother

The skies have
and the have dried.
honest ways have turned to lies.
Your hands of
turned to of pain.
You take for granted the life God create
The that God created.
The and flowers
gave to you,
the whispers bleeding true.
And it matter how
what kind of your looking through.
Do you see our Mother's
Here's a for you.
I paint this picture for you!

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

(solo)

You said the
we're in the cities that we all
was that we rage our Mother.
Mother.
Mother.
Now that she's
and she's thrown off all she gave,
we dig the
of our Mother!
The ain't growing
in my yard, no.
Mother.
Mother.
Mother.