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

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