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

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