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

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