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
When the sun

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

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

Inside of mama baby
And house is made of stone and sticks
All these can break my bones and everyone must run alone
I run all night with lungs
I will always be my son

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

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