Luyện nghe bài hát Song For Molly

Molly's on her bed
It's afternoon
Radio's outside
TV bleeds from the room

in the air
Nurses down the hall
feet in crooked shoes
Her wooden cane the wall

It's but her Sunday clothes
Are away somewhere
She doesn't them anymore
Nothing to her best for

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

Like I'm a stranger she remember
From a she can't return
only just walked in
She says stayed too long
Too proud to be
As a mother a home

Oh, it's to go
Oh, it's to go
It's a dirty
growing old

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

And we drive the old neighborhood
The grand homes of the Side
So are abandoned now
So many locked inside

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

And she calls me over
Where she alone
She's polishing a silver
I've never before

She this was Molly's
It was her ring
I'm it for you
As she it for me

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

I'm told Molly was so to have
baby girl
Her granddaughter
But I remember

is what I remember