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

 Going back to a  age,
 so  of confusion and rage,
 Daddy says, "Boys, your  gone."
 There's a hand on  shoulder as you're throwing dirt,
 someone says, "Time  the hurt.
 Little man, you got to keep on keepin' 
 but all  want is Mama's 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 
  early winter in that heart of yours,
 but you swear you won't let them see  cry
 'cause  you want is Mama's arms.
 
 
 The neighbors come  bring you pies,
 endless words and  sighs,
 and you run up to your room and lock  door.
 And there  are in your Sunday best,
  way your Mama would have had you dressed
 and you  it doesn't matter anymore
 'cause all you want is  arms.
 
 
 'Round and 'round and 'round  goes.
 The seasons  the young boy grows
 to understand  all part of some plan.
 You used to wonder what  all about.
  those are questions you can do without.
 You laugh them off and do the best  can
  all you want is Mama's arms.
 All you want  Mama's arms.