Luyện nghe bài hát Song for My Mother

By friedman

In the hollow of your arms, up all safe and warn,
You used to tell me tales of and kings.
But how I comprehend all the things you told me then
Of your madness and your

And my mind would swim in fantasies, a piece of driftwood in the sea.
I had no touchstone for reality. you my reality.

Like a dark and room or the far side of the moon,
Your insanity spoke and fear.
And no how I tried, how I questioned and I pried,
I could not penetrate that thin veneer.

And I know you tried to comfort me, to soothe and me.
But then strength would always fail and in it's place a silken veil.

Like a dried and wrinkled prune, a toy balloon,
I cam and found you strewn across the floor.
And as they lay you on your bed I you say,
"if I a dead, how it just keeps on hurting more and more? "

And you left me in the early spring. all they was, "mommy's resting."
And how was I to know, so young, it wasn't I had done?

So try and understand, I will love you as I can.
I do not blame you're not guilty.
But still there's no way to describe the I finally found
learning it was you, and not me, that was crazy.