Luyện nghe bài hát My Mother's Son

All the Protestant
They're all their hips
coat of red on their lips
In a eclipse
I sat on the
bells rang in my ears
Big sky was so clear
the sun disappeared

White horses on the highway ride under strange and darker sky
A wind will and scatter seeds and it will bury all of these
The children sing across the plains their voices and quickly fade

On a train
Slightly out of my
All the so kind
Sending chills down my
And I fell sleep
And in that sleep I did
That I was at the seams
I know what it means

Inside of mama baby
And this house is made of and sticks
All these things can break my and everyone must run alone
I run all night with bursting
I will be my mother's son

Yes I will be my mother's son
And I'm no different anyone

Stopped traffic and lights
That's the view the sky
As that old bird flies
I I could fly
What we become
When we sleep in the
Who will rise up
One can be sure