Luyện nghe bài hát Raymond

I down at Ashbury Hill
wage, but it pays the bills
Cleanin' and leadin' hymns on Sunday
Davis, room 3-0-3
Sweetest soul you ever meet
I bring her morning every day

She calls me
She I'm her son
Tells me get washed up for
'Fore your gets home
She goes on about the
How she can't believe it's 1943
She me Raymond
And that's by me

She talks about the clothes on the in summer air
Christmas and Thanksgiving prayer
And of a family, that I never had
sometimes I find myself wishin' I'd been there

When she me Raymond
She I'm her son
me get washed up for supper
'Fore your daddy home
She goes on about the
How she believe it's already 1943
She calls me
And alright by me

There's a small white in Arlington
Reads Davis, '71
she can see his face again
I'm gonna in the best I can

When she me Raymond
She I'm her son
me get washed up for supper
'Fore your daddy gets
She goes on the weather
How she can't believe it's already
She calls me
And that's by me

She calls me
And alright by me