Luyện nghe bài hát Piece by Piece

piece by lonely piece the tumbles away
back down to the river bottom lined pocket worry stones
a hundred in hand worn smooth by long grandmother nights
sitting by the chair waiting for the world

oh, if I could roll back all the years and 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 rope come by

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