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

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