Luyện nghe bài hát My Mother's Son

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

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

On a train
out of my mind
All the so kind
chills down my spine
And I fell into
And in that I did dream
That I was torn at the
I don't what it means

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

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

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