Luyện nghe bài hát My Mother's Son

All the Protestant
They're all their hips
Fresh coat of red on lips
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 and darker sky
A wind will come and scatter seeds and it bury all of these
The children sing across the plains voices rise and quickly fade

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

of mama baby kicks
And house is made of stone and sticks
All these things can break my 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 from anyone

Stopped traffic and lights
That's the view the sky
As that old black flies
I wish I fly
What we become
When we in the dirt
Who will up first
One can never be