Luyện nghe bài hát Mother

The skies darkened
and the seas dried.
Your honest have turned to lies.
Your of promise
turned to of pain.
You take for granted the that God create
The that God created.
The frost and
Mother to you,
the muffled bleeding true.
And it matter how
what kind of eyes your through.
Do you see our dying?
a picture for you.
I paint this picture for you!

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

(solo)

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