Luyện nghe bài hát Row Him Home

(Nicky Mehta)

Across that through the orange squares of light
Past the streetlamp like a beacon in the
You've stopped in all motion
You're with news too sudden
You're breathing through this undertow of

And all your friends gather soon
And surface then to bring them through
You'll say "it's better this way" and "at we knew"
But practice in leaving
All these small moves to
Does it ever really promise what's

You to take him in your arms
And carry to the
Find the boy he was and row him home
You want a restored
Find the place where was born and let him go

Sundays passed since the day of his first leaving
You asking for the rule to be reversed
And with the that follows those who know what love is
You held his hand and walked towards strange rebirth
And as the friends gather round to bear
You struggle with the to find some peace, to make it worth it

You want to take him in arms
And carry to the
Find the boy he was and row him home
You want a majesty
Find the where love was born and let him go