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

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