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

 Going  to a tender age,
 so  of confusion and rage,
 Daddy says, "Boys, your  gone."
 There's a hand on your  as you're throwing dirt,
 someone says, "Time heals the 
 Little  you got to keep on keepin' on,"
 but all you want is  arms.
 
 You ride  home in a limosine,
 the saddest car  you've ever seen,
 your brother can  look you in the eye.
  strikes, thunder roars,
 an early winter in that  of yours,
 but you swear you won't let them see you 
 'cause all  want is Mama's arms.
 
 
 The neighbors come and  you pies,
 endless words  futile sighs,
 and you run up to your room and lock  door.
 And there you are in  Sunday best,
 the way your  would have had you dressed
 and you realize it doesn't  anymore
 'cause all  want is Mama's arms.
 
 
 'Round and 'round and  it goes.
  seasons change the young boy grows
 to understand  all part of some plan.
 You used to wonder what it's all 
 Now those  questions you can do without.
 You laugh them off and do the best you 
 but all you want  Mama's arms.
 All  want is Mama's arms.