Luyện nghe bài hát Family Hands

Last we got in the car and we drove
To the town you were raised in, your boyhood
The trees just turning, up on the ridge
And this was valley when you were a kid

You showed me the that your daddy worked on
As we neared the old house where your lives on
She's nearing years now, with her daughters by her side
Who tend the places in the heart where loneliness can

Raised by the women who are stronger you know
A patchwork quilt of memory only could have sewn
The threads stitched by family hands, protected from the moth
By mother and her mother, the weavers of your cloth

Your grandmother a gun in 1932
When were bad just everywhere, you said she used it too
And the life and of everyone are traced inside their palms
Her may be so weathered, but her grip is still so strong
And I see your eyes belong to her and too your too
A slice of Virginia sky, the clearest shade of

Raised by the women who are than you know
A patchwork quilt of memory only women could sewn
The threads stitched by family hands, protected from the moth
By your mother and her mother, the weavers of your

And a rich man you might never be, they'd love you just the
They've handed down so much to you your Christian name
And the spoken word heal you like the laying on of hands
to the ones who raised you to a man

Raised by the women who are stronger than you
A patchwork quilt of memory only women could have
And the threads were stitched by family hands, from the moth
By your mother and her mother, the weavers of cloth