Luyện nghe bài hát Song for My Mother

By friedman

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

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

a dark and unlit 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 just could not penetrate thin veneer.

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

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

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

So please try and understand, I will you as I can.
I do not you; you're not guilty.
But still no way to describe the relief I finally found
Upon it was you, and not me, that was crazy.