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

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