Luyện nghe bài hát Song For Molly

Molly's on her bed
It's Sunday
Radio's playing
TV bleeds from the room

in the air
Nurses laughing down the
Crooked feet in shoes
Her cane against the wall

Sunday but her Sunday clothes
Are packed away
She need them anymore
to look her best for

I'm thirteen, I'm with my
She doesn't know my
I her I'm Lucy
But she looks at me the

Like I'm a stranger she should
a place she can't return
We've only just in
She says stayed too long
Too to be remembered
As a without a home

Oh, it's to go
Oh, time to go
It's a trick
This old

We walk the anyway
My holds her arm
She's pleading with us to
So we her to her room

And we through the old neighborhood
The grand homes of the South
So many are now
So lifetimes locked inside

And at the table
my parents and me
I sneak at the two of them
To see they need from me

And later she calls me
Where she alone
polishing a silver ring
I've never before

She says was Molly's
It was her mother's
I'm it for you
As she it for me

Oh, it's to go
Oh, time to go
It's a trick
This old

I'm told Molly was so to have
Another baby
Her granddaughter
But I don't

This is I remember