Luyện nghe bài hát Song For Molly

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

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

It's Sunday but her Sunday
Are packed away
She doesn't need them
to look her best for

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

Like I'm a she should remember
From a she can't return
only just walked in
She says we've too long
Too to be remembered
As a mother a home

Oh, time to go
Oh, time to go
It's a dirty
This old

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

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

And at the dinner
It's my and me
I looks at the two of them
To see they need from me

And she calls me over
Where she alone
She's polishing a ring
I've seen before

She says this was
It was her mother's
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
Another baby
Her granddaughter
But I don't

This is I remember