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

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