Luyện nghe bài hát My Mother's Son

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

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

On a passenger
Slightly out of my
All the women so
chills down my spine
And I fell sleep
And in that I did dream
I was torn at the seams
I don't what it means

Inside of mama 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 always be my mother's son
And I'm no different anyone

Stopped traffic and stadium
That's the from the sky
As that old bird flies
I I could fly
What will we
When we sleep in the
Who will rise up
One can never be