Luyện nghe bài hát My Mother's Son

All the Protestant
They're all swinging hips
coat of red on their lips
In a eclipse
I sat on the
Church bells in my ears
Big blue sky was so
When the sun

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

On a train
out of my mind
All the women so
Sending chills down my
And I fell into
And in that sleep I did
That I was torn at the
I don't know it means

Inside of baby kicks
And this is made of stone and sticks
All these things can break my bones and 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 anyone

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