Luyện nghe bài hát Song For Molly

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

in the air
Nurses laughing down the
feet in crooked shoes
Her wooden against the wall

It's Sunday but her clothes
Are packed away
She need them anymore
Nothing to look her for

I'm thirteen, I'm my mother
She doesn't my name
I her I'm Lucy
But she at me the same

Like I'm a stranger she remember
From a place she can't
We've only walked in
She says we've stayed too
Too to be remembered
As a mother without a

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

We walk the halls
My mother her arm
She's with us to leave
So we her to her room

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

And at the dinner
my parents and me
I sneak looks at the two of
To see what need from me

And later she me over
Where she sits
She's polishing a ring
I've never before

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

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

I'm told was so proud to have
Another girl
Her only
But I remember

is what I remember