Luyện nghe bài hát Row Him Home

(Nicky Mehta)

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

And all your friends gather soon
And you'll surface then to bring through
You'll say "it's this way" and "at least we knew"
But this practice in
All small moves to grieving
Does it ever really promise deserved?

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

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

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