Luyện nghe bài hát Piece by Piece

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

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

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