Bảo Kun Papa

Đóng góp: Everyday my papa would work
To try to make ends meet
To see that we would eat
Keep those shoes upon my feet
Every night my papa would take me
And tuck me in my bed
Kiss me on my head
After all my prayers were said
And there were years
Of sadness and of tears
Through it all
Together we were strong
We were strong
Times were rough
But Papa he was tough
Mama stood beside him all along
Growing up with them was easy
The time had flew on by
The years began to fly
They aged and so did I
And I could tell
That mama she wasn't well
Papa knew and deep down so did she
So did she
When she died
Papa broke down and he cried
And all he could say was, "God, why her? Take me!"
Everyday he sat there sleeping in a rocking chair

Thức trắng đêm nghĩ suy về những tháng ngày có cha kề bên
Có lúc con ngây dại trách tra những lỗi lầm cha hay mắng la
Đến khi con thấy thân hình cha hao gầy với những buồn lo
Nước mắt cha rơi cùng nỗi đau…yên vui.
Every time I kess my children
Papa's words ring true
He said, "Children live through you.
Let them grow! They'll leave you, too"
I remember every word Papa used to say
I kiss my kids and pray