Luyện nghe bài hát Mother

The have darkened
and the have dried.
Your honest ways have to lies.
Your of promise
turned to of pain.
You for granted the life that God create
The that God created.
The and flowers
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 wanna paint picture for you!

every black choking for breath
and inch closer 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 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.