Luyện nghe bài hát My Mother's Son

All the Protestant
all swinging their hips
Fresh coat of red on lips
In a eclipse
I sat on the
Church bells rang in my
Big sky was so clear
When the sun

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

On a train
Slightly out of my
All the so kind
Sending chills my spine
And I into sleep
And in sleep I did dream
That I was at the seams
I don't know it means

Inside of baby kicks
And this house is made of stone and
All these things can break my bones and everyone must run
I run all night with bursting
I always be my mother's son

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

Stopped traffic and stadium
the view from the sky
As that old bird flies
I wish I fly
What will we
When we in the dirt
Who will rise up
One can never be