Luyện nghe bài hát Row Him Home

(Nicky Mehta)

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

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

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

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

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