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

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