🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Mama's Arms - Ronan Keating

 Going back to a  age,
 so full  confusion and rage,
 Daddy says, "Boys, your Mama's 
  a hand on your shoulder as you're throwing dirt,
 someone  "Time heals the hurt.
 Little man, you got  keep on keepin' on,"
 but  you want is Mama's arms.
 
 You ride back home  a limosine,
 the saddest car that you've ever 
 your brother can not look you in  eye.
 Lightning strikes,  roars,
 an early winter  that heart of yours,
 but you swear you  let them see you cry
 'cause all you want  Mama's arms.
 
 
 The neighbors  and bring you pies,
  words and futile sighs,
 and you run up to your  and lock the door.
 And there you are in  Sunday best,
 the way your Mama would  had you dressed
 and you realize it  matter anymore
 'cause all you want is Mama's 
 
 
 'Round and 'round  'round it goes.
 The  change the young boy grows
 to understand  all part of some plan.
 You used to wonder  it's all about.
 Now those are questions you  do without.
 You  them off and do the best you can
 but all you want  Mama's arms.
  you want is Mama's arms.