Luyện nghe bài hát My Mother's Son

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

White horses on the highway ride under 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 passenger
out of my mind
All the women so
chills down my spine
And I into sleep
And in that I did dream
That I was at the seams
I don't know it means

Inside of mama kicks
And this house is of stone and sticks
All these things can break my and everyone must run alone
I run all night bursting lungs
I will be my mother's son

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

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