Luyện nghe bài hát Piece by Piece

piece by piece the mountainside tumbles away
back down to the river bottom with pocket worry stones
a hundred years in worn smooth by long grandmother nights
sitting by the rocking waiting for the world

oh, if I could back all the years and talk to my daddy's dad
about all the fears I'm leaving in that he had had
I get some light to shine down this dusty old dry well
hear the bucket hit the bottom and the come rolling by

when hundred years has been the time from whence it came
why hadn't someone yet out to lower down the gun
and shoot out the middle of this clawing, eye?
hear the bucket hit the bottom and the come rolling by
sitting by that old rocking chair for the world