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

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