Luyện nghe bài hát The Length Of My Arms

I've always had long and my sleeves never fit.
And my mother worry about my dangling wrists and
I never to tall, but it did me no harm
To grow into the length of my arms
I have embraced, what I've carried for years
Like a bucket of doubt, like a basket of fears
but we finally cherish we got from the start
Like the length of our own and the shape of our hearts
I dreamt I was flying, and I of my mother
She was walking in with one saint or another
and I looked out at my own arms they so strong
and really lovely though ridiculously long