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

  back to a tender age,
 so full  confusion and rage,
 Daddy  "Boys, your Mama's gone."
 There's a hand on  shoulder as you're throwing dirt,
 someone says, "Time heals  hurt.
 Little man, you got to keep  keepin' on,"
 but all you want  Mama's arms.
 
 You ride back home in  limosine,
 the  car that you've ever seen,
 your  can not look you in the eye.
 Lightning strikes,  roars,
 an early winter in  heart of yours,
 but you  you won't let them see you cry
 'cause all you want is  arms.
 
 
 The neighbors come and bring  pies,
 endless  and futile sighs,
 and you run up  your room and lock the door.
 And there you are in your Sunday 
 the way your Mama would have  you dressed
 and you  it doesn't matter anymore
 'cause  you want is Mama's arms.
 
 
 'Round  'round and 'round it goes.
 The seasons  the young boy grows
 to understand it's all part  some plan.
 You used to wonder what  all about.
 Now those are questions you can do 
 You  them off and do the best you can
 but  you want is Mama's arms.
  you want is Mama's arms.