Luyện nghe bài hát Memories

Memories of when I was a little boy, four old
for my daddy to come home
And now I into the eyes of my own son
Wondering what thinking of

at the window when I come home
Watch his fill up with joy and wonder
He reaches out his hand
I feel the 'tween boy and man

of my mom cryin'
My daddy gone for weeks at a
Not knowing how to her
my pillow, pretendin' not to hear

Now I this letter to my little boy
I'm far away, not knowing really to say
Except, "I'm sorry, oh, so sorry"

I want to make these same
Mistakes my daddy made me
his voice rolls off my tongue
When I say, "Boy, protect mom"

of my wife cryin' on the phone
Wonderin' when I'm coming
My sounds detached and cold
me of someone that I knew

He had a attitude
I needed him to be
All the things only a could be to me

And I don't want to make the
Mistakes my daddy made me
Still his voice rolls off my
I say, "Not now, I'm busy son"

Memories of lying in bed my wife and son
by so much love
Tryin' to how a man can cry
Yet be happy

Thinking of all the dumb mistakes made
Now I understand my pain
He did the best with what he
I you daddy

I my son fall asleep
And wonder what think of me
When years from now he his son
Reachin' out his tiny hands for